What if your dreams are not dreams — but memories?
George Teres wakes every night on an ancient battlefield. He knows the weight of a sword he has never held. He knows the name the soldiers call him — Teres. His own surname. The surname his grandfather never explained.
When a stranger calls from the shadows and tells him the dreams are just the beginning — that something is already watching him — George makes a choice that will pull him across centuries, across continents, and into a war that never truly ended.
In the mountains of Bulgaria, where thunder is not thunder and the old ones still remember, two forces have fought since the beginning of recorded time. The Zmeyove — dragon guardians of the land, protectors of the living world. And the Halas — beings who look human, speak human, live among us as neighbors, colleagues, rulers. Beings who have been here far longer than history admits.
You’ve heard the theory. Reptilian elites controlling governments. Shapeshifters hiding behind human faces, pulling the strings of power from the shadows. But what the modern conspiracy theories never tell you — is that Bulgarian legend has known about them for thousands of years. And Bulgarian legend makes a very clear distinction: there are dragons, and there are the Halas. Two different races. Two opposite natures. One protects. The other consumes.
The reptilians of modern myth and the Halas of ancient Thracian memory — they are the same. The dragons were never the enemy.
The dragons were the ones keeping us safe.
The Path to Darkala — Book One of The Reptilian Wars. Dark fantasy rooted in Bulgarian mythology — the living heir of ancient Thracian tradition. Ancient maps. Forgotten bloodlines. And a truth the world has been carefully taught to forget.
Some bloodlines don’t sleep. They wait.
