Beyond man's vision in Real World laid Other World, home to immortals. Or at least, it used to be before insanity claimed every dragon in Other World.

Now the winged creatures threatened the existence of those who lived forever--under normal circumstances. Normal being peace and quiet with few squabbles.

Three months before, when life had been normal, a young dragon drank from the Lake of Lichet as he had done every week. A dragon's life cycle depended on the healing waters of the lake. Instead of being revitalized, the youngster grew irrational within a week then began a reign of terror over the nearest villages. Soon, every dragon on the planet showed the same signs of madness. Elves, were-folk, fairies, vampires, and unicorns--residents of Other World--watched the skies for the ominous sight of flapping wings and hid from killing dragon's breath.

No one knew how to cure the beasts, once revered as rulers and kings with unicorn advisors. Dragons now terrorized the countryside. If a treatment weren't found soon, there wouldn't be much left of Other World.

"Bowstanth?" Tilla, the fairy, circled the burned-out structures, her cough slowing her for a moment. Her wings flapped twice as hard in air thick with soot. Smoke still rose from homes the dragon, Encid, had set on fire. "Bowstanth Beech, answer me." More scared than mad, Tilla lighted on a piece of board only to lift off immediately, the heat too much for her tiny feet. Agitated, she flew higher into the night sky to get a better idea of how much of the village remained.

She had found her vampire friend's house in cinders, his mother and father dead within. But Tilla couldn't find Bo and that worried her. He never left the house until the sun set beyond the forest. Dragons favored twilight as a time to attack. Bowstanth had to be somewhere in the rubble.