It seems that all the problems in Ir’yan’s family life have been settled, and the adventures are only just beginning… After encountering an unknown threat, something settles inside the young dragoness—no, not reason. And not even an inner voice. A man. And not just any man, but the leader of an ancient race, as well as a mentalist, an architect, and generally a remarkable personality. The only trouble is that our handsome hero is sleeping far, far away along with the remaining members of his kind… or is he sleeping alone? What kind of race is it and why was it dealt with so “humely”? And does Irka then need to help them? What other secrets are gathering dust on the shelves of history, thinking everyone has forgotten about them?