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Only that they were unbeatable in battle by mortal men, as unbeatable as an hawk was to a mouse. They were the only natural predator of humans that anyone knew of, and their territory had been pushed back slowly as mankind's had spread, killed one by one by chance or hundreds at a time by nest raids. The last and largest nest, Sunspawn, had only survived because of a group of women who had discovered the secret of taming dragons. They directed the dragons in counterattacks against any foe that meant to kill them or their mounts, fiercely protective of the power their secret granted, power that depended on the species of dragons surviving. No army or assassin had ever made it through, and after hundreds of years of stolid defense, Sunspawn slowly became a place of power among nations, feared but respected, and the order of Dragonbrides had grown. Swyena Ryllyn had been recruited from a village on the outskirts of a conflict between two nations that disputed the lands she lived in. The war had gone on for years, with the Dragonbrides intervening but rarely, yet she had never missed being close enough to see those powerful shapes in the sky when the battle was nearby. In place of a social life, she had taken up what few books there were in her village relating to dragons, reading them over and over, sketching the peeks of dragons she got so she could stare for longer, fantasizing about riding them one day. When the war had ended, a Dragonbride had come to her village to deliver news of what king they would now be bound to, and to ask if there were any among the girls of the village who thought they had the steel in their spines sufficient enough to join and rise in the order. Despite a distinct lack of steel in her spine, Swyena had been practically pushed forward by her family, who had come to consider her a useless layabout with her head in the clouds. She had been awkward in her body then, an ugly duckling they thought unlikely to even marry well, and they were eager to pass her off. She had stood trembling before the cold eyed gaze of the Dragonbride, though it was more the giant dark green shape of her drake curled behind her that had weakened her knees, and with excitement instead asian of fear. Her first ride had taken her breath away, strapped into a saddle attached behind the woman's own. The beauty of the land below her, the magnificent strength and power of the beast between her legs, the most dangerous animal alive tamed and held to her thrall... That first taste had been enough to make her certain she would have her own dragon whatever it took. That eagerness had served her well in her training, where she had absorbed the ten thousand things a Dragonbride had to know with a mind like a sponge, never needing to be told a thing twice. 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