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The western battlefield of Ashkar had become a graveyard long before nightfall.
Smoke drowned the sky so completely that even the moon disappeared behind black clouds of ash. Entire villages burned across the mountainside while broken siege towers collapsed into rivers of fire below.
Screams echoed everywhere.
Men.
Horses.
Steel.
Death.
And above it all—
the dragons screamed too.
Not the mighty ancient roars from old legends.
Not anymore.
These screams sounded desperate.
Dying.
The kingdom of Ashkar had hunted dragons for nearly four hundred years. Children grew up listening to stories about winged monsters that once devoured cities and bathed kingdoms in flame. Priests preached that dragons were demons created by the darkness beyond the world.
King Vaelor believed those stories more than anyone alive.
Because twenty years earlier—
a dragon destroyed his entire bloodline.
Or at least…
that was the story everyone knew.
Tonight was meant to end the war forever.
At the center of the battlefield, buried beneath shattered chains and collapsed stone pillars, lay the final dragon hatchling.
Small.
Silver-scaled.
Barely breathing.
Its frightened golden eyes darted through the fire while blood stained its trembling wings.
The creature looked nothing like the monsters painted in royal history books.
It looked terrified.
Alone.
A child abandoned inside a nightmare.
Yet thousands of soldiers surrounded it with raised spears.
No mercy remained in their eyes.
Only hatred.
Atop the towering black war platform overlooking the battlefield stood King Vaelor himself.
His armor gleamed like obsidian beneath the firelight.
A massive crimson cloak whipped violently in the storm winds while servants carried torches around him.
The king slowly raised a flaming royal bow.
The battlefield fell silent instantly.
Even hardened soldiers stopped moving.
Because everyone knew—
when King Vaelor personally executed an enemy…
he wanted the entire world watching.
His cold eyes locked onto the wounded dragon cub below.
“End it,” he said quietly.
The royal commander hesitated.
The dragon hatchling barely moved beneath the chains.
“It’s only a cub, Your Majesty.”
Vaelor’s face darkened immediately.
“A cub becomes a dragon.”
His fingers tightened around the burning bowstring.
“And dragons burn kingdoms.”
FWOOOSH.
The flaming arrow launched forward like a comet through the smoke-filled battlefield.
Straight toward the helpless hatchling.
The creature cried weakly.
And then—
someone ran through the fire.
At first the soldiers thought it was another burning villager fleeing the chaos.
But no.
It was a child.
Eight years old.
Barefoot against burning earth.
Thin from hunger.
Wearing torn blackened clothes barely hanging from his bruised body.
Ash and soot covered his face beneath tangled dark hair while flames swirled around him as he sprinted directly toward the dragon cub.
The soldiers stared in disbelief.
“Who is that?!”
“Stop him!”
But the child kept running.
Straight toward the flaming arrow.
Toward certain death.
Then—
he jumped.
And caught the arrow with his bare hand.
The entire battlefield froze.
The flaming projectile screamed against his skin while sparks exploded through the smoke.
For one horrifying second, everyone expected his hand to melt instantly.
But it didn’t.
The child’s small fingers closed around the burning arrowhead.
And held it still.
The dragon cub whimpered behind him while flames spiraled violently across the boy’s arm without burning him.
King Vaelor’s expression changed immediately.
Not anger.
Not shock.
Fear.
Ancient glowing symbols suddenly ignited beneath the child’s skin like molten gold.
Dragon-shaped markings spread across his arm while the flaming arrow slowly melted inside his grasp.
BOOOOOOOM.
A wave of burning heat exploded across the battlefield.
The ground cracked beneath the child’s feet.
Horses screamed in terror.
Soldiers staggered backward shielding their faces from the unnatural flames spiraling outward from the boy’s body.
Then slowly—
the arrow dissolved completely into ash inside his hand.
Silence swallowed the battlefield whole.
The child dropped protectively before the wounded dragon cub while smoke curled from his glowing fingers.
And deep inside the fire behind him—
something massive moved.
A gigantic dragon-shaped shadow slowly rose through the flames.
Soldiers panicked instantly.
“DRAGON!”
“THE LEGENDS WERE TRUE!”
King Vaelor gripped the edge of the tower so hard his gauntlets cracked.
Because he recognized those glowing markings.
Impossible.
No one else alive should have carried them.
No one.
The child slowly looked upward for the first time.
And the king’s blood turned cold.
Those eyes.
Vaelor staggered backward slightly.
The same silver-gold eyes from twenty years ago.
The same eyes belonging to the woman he murdered.
“No…” the king whispered.
The child tilted his head slightly, confused.
He didn’t know why the king suddenly looked terrified.
He barely remembered anything before the monastery.
Only fire.
Pain.
And a woman’s voice singing softly beside him somewhere in the dark.
The soldiers lowered their weapons nervously.
Even veteran commanders looked shaken.
The air itself felt wrong now.
Alive.
The flames surrounding the child no longer behaved naturally.
They circled him.
Protected him.
The wounded dragon cub slowly crawled closer behind the boy, pressing its trembling body against his back.
Not from fear.
From trust.
King Vaelor suddenly roared:
“KILL THEM BOTH!”
Thousands of soldiers surged forward instantly.
The child’s eyes widened.
He grabbed the broken chain around the dragon cub and tried pulling it free.
But the iron restraints were massive.
Too heavy.
The soldiers closed in rapidly.
Spears lowered.
Swords drawn.
The dragon cub whimpered desperately.
Then the ground shook.
Once.
Twice.
BOOOOOOOM.
A gigantic black dragon erupted from beneath the ruined battlefield itself.
The explosion launched soldiers through the air like leaves in a storm.
Massive obsidian wings burst through fire and smoke while molten eyes ignited across the darkness.
The creature was enormous.
Far larger than any dragon recorded in royal history.
Ancient scars covered its body.
Chains still hung from parts of its wings.
And one eye was completely blind.
The battlefield descended into absolute chaos.
“RUN!”
“IT’S THE SHADOW DRAGON!”
The beast unleashed a roar so powerful the nearby war towers shattered apart instantly.
The child fell backward shielding the dragon cub beneath him.
But the gigantic dragon did not attack him.
Instead—
it landed directly before the boy.
Protectively.
The enormous creature lowered its scarred head toward him slowly.
Recognition burned inside its remaining golden eye.
The child stared upward trembling.
Not from fear.
But because…
he somehow recognized the dragon too.
A memory flashed violently through his mind.
Warm hands holding him as a baby.
Silver scales surrounding him in darkness.
A woman whispering:
“If anything happens… find Kael.”
The vision vanished instantly.
King Vaelor screamed from atop the collapsing war tower.
“Kill the dragon!”
Hundreds of flaming ballista bolts launched through the smoke.
The ancient dragon roared and shielded the child beneath its wing as explosions tore across its body.
Blood sprayed through the battlefield.
The dragon staggered.
The child’s eyes widened in horror.
“They’re hurting you…”
The dragon looked down at him silently.
Then gently nudged the dragon cub closer to the boy.
As if entrusting the hatchling to him.
Another memory suddenly struck the child.
A man in black armor kneeling before him long ago.
A sword laid at his feet.
“Protect the bloodline… no matter what.”
The boy grabbed his head in pain.
“Who am I…?”
The ancient dragon suddenly turned toward the mountains beyond the battlefield.
Toward the distant fortress of Ashkar.
Its single eye burned with fury.
Not hatred.
Grief.
Then—
it flew.
The massive creature seized the child and dragon cub carefully between its claws before launching skyward through the inferno.
The battlefield erupted behind them.
Arrows filled the sky.
Ballista chains launched upward.
But nothing could stop the ancient dragon now.
It flew toward Ashkar itself.
Toward the royal capital.
King Vaelor watched in horror as the beast vanished into the smoke.
And for the first time in twenty years—
the king began shaking.
Because the child was never supposed to survive.
The dragon carried them deep into the northern mountains by dawn.
Snow covered the peaks.
Ancient ruins hidden beneath ice emerged through the mist as the creature finally landed beside a frozen lake.
The child stumbled weakly from its claws while the wounded dragon cub collapsed beside him.
The ancient dragon lowered itself painfully onto the frozen ground.
Blood flowed heavily from the ballista wounds across its chest.
The boy rushed toward it immediately.
“You’re hurt…”
The dragon exhaled softly.
Not afraid.
Not angry.
Just tired.
The child touched its massive scarred scales carefully.
And suddenly—
the glowing symbols across his arm ignited again.
Warm golden light spread from his fingertips into the dragon’s wounds.
The beast shuddered.
The bleeding slowed instantly.
The child stared in disbelief.
“What…?”
A voice echoed from behind him.
“Because dragon fire flows through your blood.”
The boy spun around instantly.
An old man stepped from the snowy ruins carrying a long spear across his back.
His beard was white with age.
One eye missing.
Scars covered nearly half his face.
But the moment the child saw him—
another memory exploded inside his mind.
The black-armored warrior kneeling before him.
Protect the bloodline.
“Kael…” the child whispered unconsciously.
The old warrior froze.
His remaining eye widened slowly.
“How do you know that name?”
The child grabbed his head painfully.
“I don’t know…”
Kael stared at the glowing markings on the boy’s arm.
Then at the ancient dragon behind him.
The old warrior suddenly dropped to one knee.
Tears filled his eye.
“My prince…”
The child blinked in confusion.
“What?”
Kael looked up slowly.
“You are Prince Aether of Ashkar.”
Silence filled the frozen mountains.
The child stared blankly.
“No… I’m nobody.”
Kael’s voice trembled.
“Twenty years ago, King Vaelor murdered the royal family and blamed the dragons.”
The child’s heartbeat stopped.
“The dragons were never monsters,” Kael continued quietly. “They were guardians.”
The ancient dragon lowered its head sadly.
Kael walked closer slowly.
“Your mother… Queen Lyriana… carried the ancient dragon bloodline. That power allowed humans and dragons to live together for centuries.”
The boy shook his head weakly.
“No…”
“Vaelor feared that power,” Kael said. “So he betrayed the kingdom. He slaughtered the royal bloodline and burned the truth from history itself.”
The child staggered backward.
“Then why am I alive?”
The old warrior looked toward the ancient dragon.
“Because that dragon saved you.”
The massive creature closed its eye quietly.
Kael’s voice softened.
“The dragon queen died protecting you that night.”
The child’s chest tightened painfully.
“Dragon queen…?”
Kael nodded slowly.
“She was your mother too.”
The world seemed to stop.
The child looked toward the ancient dragon in shock.
“No…”
Kael knelt beside him carefully.
“Your mother was not fully human, Aether. The royal bloodline carried dragon souls for generations.”
The child trembled violently.
Everything suddenly made sense.
The fire.
The markings.
The voices in his dreams.
The dragon cub pressed gently against his side.
Not afraid of him.
Family.
Tears slowly rolled down the child’s face.
All his life he believed he was abandoned.
Worthless.
Forgotten.
But someone had protected him this entire time.
Kael placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Vaelor destroyed the world to hide the truth.”
The old warrior looked toward the distant kingdom below the mountains.
“And now he knows you survived.”
Far below—
Ashkar prepared for war.
King Vaelor sealed the capital immediately after the dragon attack.
Panic consumed the streets.
People whispered terrifying rumors.
The Dragon Prince had returned.
Ancient beasts were awakening beneath the mountains.
The king had angered the gods.
Vaelor executed anyone speaking openly about the old royal bloodline.
But fear spread faster than swords.
Because deep inside the kingdom—
something ancient was waking up.
Massive dragon-shaped statues beneath the royal palace had begun glowing faintly during the night.
The priests were terrified.
Meanwhile Aether trained within the frozen ruins alongside Kael.
Days became weeks.
The dragon cub slowly recovered.
The child named her Lyra.
She followed him everywhere.
Bit his clothes playfully.
Curled beside him while he slept.
For the first time in his life—
Aether felt happy.
But peace never lasted long.
Because every night—
the ancient dragon grew weaker.
The ballista poison spreading through its wounds was killing it slowly.
Kael stared grimly at the dying creature one evening.
“He doesn’t have much time left.”
Aether clenched his fists.
“There has to be a way.”
Kael hesitated.
“There is.”
The boy looked up instantly.
“The Heart Flame beneath Ashkar.”
The ancient dragon lifted its head weakly.
Fear flashed across Kael’s face.
“But if Vaelor reaches it first…”
He didn’t finish the sentence.
He didn’t need to.
Aether understood now.
The king wasn’t hunting dragons because he feared them.
He hunted them because he wanted their power.
And if Vaelor discovered the truth about the Heart Flame—
the entire world would burn.
That night—
the ancient dragon approached Aether alone beneath the snowstorm.
The creature lowered its massive head toward him carefully.
Then something impossible happened.
A voice echoed softly inside Aether’s mind.
Not words exactly.
Memories.
A woman smiling beneath silver wings.
A baby wrapped in royal cloth.
A kingdom filled with dragons flying freely through golden skies.
Then fire.
Screams.
Betrayal.
King Vaelor standing beside burning bodies.
The dragon queen dying while protecting an infant child.
Aether fell to his knees crying silently.
The dragon pressed its forehead gently against his.
One final memory entered his mind.
A hidden chamber beneath the royal palace.
And inside it—
a chained dragon made entirely of living fire.
Aether’s eyes widened.
“The Heart Flame…”
The ancient dragon closed its eye slowly.
As if begging him.
Please.
Save it.
Three nights later—
Aether returned to Ashkar.
Not as a starving orphan.
Not as a frightened child.
But as the last prince of a forgotten bloodline.
Kael led hidden rebels through the underground tunnels beneath the capital while chaos exploded above the streets.
Because dragons had returned.
Not attacking.
Watching.
Massive shadows circled the kingdom skies while terrified soldiers abandoned their posts.
The people no longer trusted the king.
And Vaelor knew it.
Inside the throne hall, the king stood surrounded by royal guards gripping his sword tightly.
“You should have died,” he hissed.
Then the giant palace doors opened.
A barefoot child stepped into the hall.
Older somehow.
Stronger.
Glowing golden markings spiraled beneath his skin while the silver dragon cub walked calmly beside him.
The entire throne room froze.
Aether stared directly at the king.
“You lied to everyone.”
Vaelor’s face twisted with rage.
“I saved humanity.”
“You murdered it.”
The king roared and drew his sword instantly.
Black flames erupted across the blade.
Kael’s face changed immediately.
“No…”
Aether noticed it too.
The fire.
It looked wrong.
Alive.
Screaming.
Vaelor laughed coldly.
“You think dragons are innocent?”
The king slammed his sword into the marble floor.
BOOOOOOOM.
The throne hall exploded apart.
Dark fire erupted upward as enormous chains burst from beneath the castle itself.
And then—
something gigantic moved below the palace.
The floor cracked open completely.
A colossal dragon made entirely of black fire emerged screaming from the abyss beneath Ashkar.
The Heart Flame.
But it was corrupted.
Chained.
Twisted by agony.
Thousands of glowing wounds covered its burning body.
Aether stared in horror.
“What did you do to it?”
Vaelor’s smile widened slowly.
“I fed it.”
The king raised both arms.
“All these years… every dragon we slaughtered… every soul burned inside this kingdom…”
The black fire dragon roared violently.
Vaelor laughed like a madman.
“I turned their power into mine.”
The horrifying truth slammed into Aether instantly.
The dragon hunts.
The wars.
The executions.
Vaelor never feared dragons.
He needed them suffering.
The Heart Flame fed on death.
And Vaelor had been feeding it for twenty years.
The corrupted dragon suddenly lunged toward Aether.
The throne hall exploded apart.
Kael screamed:
“RUN!”
But Aether didn’t move.
Because the creature’s eyes—
they weren’t hateful.
They were pleading.
The dragon was suffering.
Aether remembered the ancient dragon’s memories.
The Heart Flame was never a weapon.
It was the soul protecting balance between dragons and humans.
Vaelor corrupted it through endless pain.
The black fire dragon crashed toward him roaring.
Aether closed his eyes.
Then stepped forward.
And embraced its burning face with both hands.
The throne room went silent.
Vaelor froze.
Golden light exploded across Aether’s body.
The dragon screamed violently—
then suddenly began crying.
Not roaring.
Crying.
Aether’s tears fell through the flames.
“You don’t have to suffer anymore.”
The glowing markings across his body spread into the dragon itself.
Golden fire battled black corruption through the entire throne hall.
Vaelor screamed furiously.
“No! IT BELONGS TO ME!”
The king charged forward raising his sword.
Then suddenly—
the ancient dragon burst through the palace wall.
The dying beast slammed into Vaelor with enough force to shatter the throne itself.
The king crashed across the hall screaming.
Aether looked toward the ancient dragon in shock.
The creature could barely stand now.
Blood covered its body.
But it still came.
To protect him one final time.
Vaelor staggered upright roaring with madness.
“You ruined EVERYTHING!”
Black fire engulfed the king completely as he charged toward Aether again.
Then the ancient dragon moved.
One final breath.
One final roar.
FWOOOOOOOSH.
Silver dragon fire consumed King Vaelor instantly.
The king screamed as the black corruption devoured him from within.
And then—
he disappeared into ash.
Silence filled the shattered palace.
The corrupted Heart Flame slowly transformed.
Black fire faded away.
Golden scales emerged beneath the flames.
The gigantic dragon lowered its head peacefully toward Aether.
Free at last.
The ancient dragon beside them finally collapsed.
Aether ran toward it desperately.
“No…”
The dragon looked at him softly.
Proud.
Peaceful.
Then slowly—
its body dissolved into glowing silver embers beneath his hands.
Gone.
Aether broke down crying beside the ashes.
Lyra whimpered beside him sadly.
Kael lowered his head silently.
Then suddenly—
the palace ceiling trembled.
Aether looked upward.
Thousands of dragons filled the skies above Ashkar.
Not attacking.
Coming home.
The people flooded into the streets in awe as golden dragons circled the kingdom beneath sunrise for the first time in centuries.
And at the center of the ruined throne hall—
the Heart Flame bowed before the barefoot child.
Not as king.
Not as ruler.
But as family.
Years later, the kingdom of Ashkar became something the world had never seen before.
Humans and dragons rebuilt the burned lands together.
The war towers vanished.
The dragon pits were destroyed forever.
And children no longer grew up fearing the skies.
Instead—
they watched dragons soaring above the mountains beside silver clouds at dawn.
As for Aether—
he never wore a crown.
Even after the people begged him to rule.
He still walked barefoot through the villages sometimes.
Still wore simple clothes.
Still fed dragon hatchlings by hand beside the cliffs overlooking Ashkar.
Because he remembered exactly what it felt like to be alone.
And he swore no child—
human or dragon—
would ever feel abandoned again.
