A Song of Askaldenfirsts and Dragons. Book one: The outlanders (Part I-IV)

The oldenmessers and arqilunians conspired to subdue the dragon. The lies about the journey beyond the Belt of Twilight that Lanis had supplied the snunorf, still had small parts of the truth. The Belt of Twilight hid not just the ancient elves dwelling, but in the ancient scrolls was written, that there was knowledge, whose possessor would reveal the secret of the universe, the secret of the Ermir origin.

Rzalu Ksogol has already made the elixir of Mindartis twice, and twice it has been drunk by her mentor, the ancient elf Venolenuan, who has never felt Malleresel’s energy, the energy that would awaken the dragon. And Lanialis did not deliver her sample of the Edelmer’s hair.

But even the ancient elves are wrong. The dragon has awakened. He was not an animal but was an intelligent creature that absorbed the memory of Ermir. Gaaldalksirin! He knew his name, he knew what to do. Having got out of Lyradrilot, the planet’s highest mountain, the dragon rushed to the star, flaming Iglara. Gaaldalksirin wielded the magic of the school of protection and resurrection. Enchanting his scales with magical armor, he overcame the planet’s atmosphere and flew into outer space.

The dragon flew, and, despite the protection, a star scorched his eyes, the folds of skin near the jaw were bared, all the scales melted like steel in a blacksmith’s workshop. “I can do it,” the dragon thought. He flew persistently towards Iglara. The fiery spot was approaching; the flashes of the incandescent plasma giant became visible...