Cloning technology was created by Vinalan scientists to replicate life found on alien planets. This allows researchers to learn about other forms of life without interfering in its development. Specimens are synthesized and contained in special observation tanks where they are subject to testing.
The practice of cloning is a highly regulated field. It is illegal for clones to be released from their observation tank due to risk of health hazards such as foreign diseases or hostile organisms. It is also extremely unethical and illegal to clone oneself or another human being. Cloning yourself or another human can impact many different aspects of the Vinalan way of life. Some might create slaves, some might resurrect the dead, some might commit crimes only to have their clone take their place. While there could be some good, the worse scenarios happen more often.
The penalty for this crime is death.
On The Run
When a mysterious accident claimed the life of his mentor, Robin was blamed and forced into exile. He wanders the countryside as an outlaw trying to understand what happened on that fateful day.
Kimbana is one of the last members of an ancient cult specializing in the art of healing. The practice involves a ritual that requires a special type of flower as well as the ‘breath of a dragon’. The ritual produces an artifact capable of healing any ailment.
Naturally, this power is widely sought after. Almost all of the remaining members of the cult have fled into hiding and their numbers have dwindled over the centuries.
The Candle Dragon
The door of the abandoned shack burst open. Juun rushed in quickly followed by Robin who shut the door behind them. Juun surveyed the interior. It was dark inside with the exception of a faint flickering coming from the next room over. Robin darted to the window. Juun went to investigate the flickering light.
“How strange…” said Juun. She was staring at a creature on an old wooden table. It was a small, scaly thing with a long neck and tiny wings folded against its back. The tiny lizard was arranging candles around itself lighting them in turn with its fiery breath. “What is it doing?” she asked.
“That’s a candle dragon,” said Robin glancing over his shoulder. “You find them in abandoned homes and camps. They like to make nests out of leftover candles. They light the wick and lay their eggs in the hot wax.” He turned to look out the window. “I think we lost them,” he said. “We should take shelter here tonight.”