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The royal throne arena of Ashkar remained frozen beneath the glow of the awakened sword.
Nobody moved.
Nobody breathed.
The Dragon-Slayer hummed violently inside the child’s tiny hands while rivers of blue-white fire crawled across the ancient blade.
The barefoot boy stared at the weapon in shock.
Its enormous weight should have crushed his arms instantly.
Instead—
the giant sword floated effortlessly in his grip as though it belonged there.
The runes pulsed brighter.
Alive.
Watching.
A terrified knight suddenly stumbled backward.
“No…”
Another dropped his spear.
“That sword only obeyed the first Dragon King…”
Whispers spread through the throne arena like wildfire.
“The prophecy…”
“The lost bloodline…”
King Vaelor slowly rose from the black iron throne above the arena steps.
His face had gone pale beneath the crown.
Because he recognized the symbols burning across the blade.
Ancient royal marks.
Marks erased from every history scroll centuries ago.
The king’s voice echoed coldly across the silent hall.
“What is your name, child?”
The boy slowly looked upward.
Ash drifted around his small body while the glowing sword illuminated the dirt covering his torn clothes.
The child hesitated.
Then quietly answered,
“Ash.”
The moment the name left his mouth—
the Dragon-Slayer flared brighter.
Several nobles gasped in horror.
Because the first Dragon King in ancient legend had carried the same name.
King Vaelor’s eyes narrowed instantly.
Impossible.
The original Ashkar bloodline had been exterminated four hundred years earlier during the Dragon Wars.
Every descendant hunted down.
Every child executed.
The king descended the throne steps slowly.
Heavy silence followed him.
“You touched the sword,” Vaelor said carefully.
“But do you know what it truly is?”
The child shook his head.
King Vaelor stopped only a few feet away.
Up close, Ash looked even smaller beside the massive blade.
Filthy.
Starving.
Bruised.
Yet the sword continued singing softly in his hands like a living creature greeting its master after centuries apart.
The king’s expression darkened.
“Put it down.”
Ash tried.
The instant he loosened his fingers—
the sword violently pulled itself back into his grasp.
THOOOM.
Blue fire erupted across the floor.
Several guards screamed and fell backward.
The child looked terrified now.
“I-I didn’t mean—”
“LIAR!”
One noble suddenly pointed at the boy with shaking hands.
“He’s cursed!”
Another screamed,
“He’s dragonborn!”
Panic exploded across the arena.
Knights drew swords.
Nobles backed away toward the walls.
Women clutched their children in fear.
Because everyone in Ashkar knew the ancient stories.
Dragonborn were monsters.
The last time one appeared—
entire kingdoms burned.
King Vaelor slowly raised one hand.
Silence returned instantly.
His cold eyes never left the child.
“Take the sword from him.”
Nobody moved.
The king’s jaw tightened.
“I gave an order.”
At last—
three royal execution knights stepped forward nervously.
Each wore black dragon-scale armor forged specifically to fight dragonborn enemies.
Their captain lowered his helmet visor.
“For the crown.”
They attacked together.
CLANG.
The first knight swung a massive war axe toward Ash’s neck.
The child flinched instinctively.
The Dragon-Slayer moved on its own.
BOOOOOM.
A wall of blue fire exploded outward.
The execution knight flew across the arena like a rag doll before crashing through a stone pillar.
The second knight thrust his spear.
The sword rotated by itself inside Ash’s grip.
SHRRAAAANG.
The enchanted spear shattered into molten fragments midair.
The third knight froze in terror.
Then slowly fell to one knee.
The entire arena stared at him.
The knight removed his helmet with trembling hands.
An old scar crossed his face.
Tears filled his eyes.
“I know that sword,” he whispered.
King Vaelor’s expression hardened.
“Explain yourself, Sir Cedric.”
The old knight looked directly at Ash.
“I saw it once… when I was a child.”
The hall remained silent.
Cedric swallowed heavily.
“During the final battle of the Dragon Wars.”
Nobles exchanged nervous looks.
Nobody spoke openly about that war anymore.
Too many secrets had been buried with it.
Cedric’s voice shook.
“The Dragon King stood alone against an entire army at Black Hollow.”
Ashkar’s torches flickered strangely.
Almost reacting to the story itself.
“The sky burned red. Dragons covered the mountains. And the Dragon-Slayer…” Cedric whispered, staring at the blade, “looked exactly like this.”
The old knight slowly lowered himself fully to both knees before the child.
The movement shocked the arena more than the sword itself.
Because Sir Cedric was the kingdom’s greatest living knight.
“The sword only kneels to one bloodline,” he said quietly.
Then he bowed his head.
“My king… the child is the true heir of Ashkar.”
Chaos erupted instantly.
The nobles exploded into screaming panic.
“Impossible!”
“The bloodline is dead!”
“Kill him now!”
King Vaelor’s face twisted with fury.
“ENOUGH!”
Silence crashed back across the arena.
The king stared at Ash for a long moment.
Then slowly smiled.
And somehow—
that smile frightened Sir Cedric more than anything else.
“Interesting,” Vaelor murmured softly.
“Very interesting.”
The king turned toward the guards.
“Take the child to the royal chambers.”
Sir Cedric looked up sharply.
“My king?”
Vaelor’s expression remained calm.
“If the boy truly carries the ancient bloodline… then killing him immediately would be foolish.”
The nobles looked confused.
The king continued,
“The Dragon-Slayer has awakened after four centuries.”
His eyes slowly shifted toward the glowing blade.
“And I intend to understand why.”
Two guards approached Ash nervously.
This time—
the sword did not attack.
Ash looked exhausted now.
Terrified.
Confused.
He had no idea why any of this was happening.
As the guards escorted him from the throne arena—
the Dragon-Slayer floated behind the child silently.
Like a loyal shadow.
And high above the arena—
hidden deep within the darkness beyond the ceiling statues—
two enormous golden eyes suddenly opened.
Watching him.
Smiling.
That night—
Ash sat alone inside a massive royal chamber.
Soft candlelight flickered across golden walls covered in dragon carvings.
The room was larger than every place he had lived combined.
A feast rested untouched on the table nearby.
Roasted meat.
Warm bread.
Fresh fruit.
The child stared at it uncertainly.
As though afraid someone might punish him for touching it.
Then finally—
he grabbed a piece of bread and devoured it desperately.
The Dragon-Slayer rested beside the bed glowing softly in the darkness.
Almost protective.
A quiet knock echoed at the door.
Ash froze.
The door slowly opened.
Sir Cedric entered carrying an old wooden box.
The knight looked far less intimidating without armor.
Just tired.
Ancient.
And strangely sad.
Cedric sat beside the fireplace.
“You’ve never held a sword before,” he said.
Ash shook his head carefully.
“I clean stables.”
The old knight stared into the fire.
“That makes this even stranger.”
Silence lingered.
Then Cedric finally asked the question haunting him.
“Where did you come from?”
Ash hesitated.
“I don’t know.”
Cedric looked up.
The child slowly explained.
“I was found outside the southern gates when I was little.”
“No parents?”
Ash shook his head again.
“Only this.”
He reached beneath his ragged shirt and pulled out a broken silver pendant.
Cedric’s face instantly changed.
Because engraved onto the pendant—
was the royal crest of the original Dragon Kings.
The old knight grabbed the pendant carefully.
His hands trembled.
“Where did you get this?”
Ash looked confused.
“I always had it.”
Cedric stared at the child in disbelief.
Then suddenly—
BOOOOOM.
The castle shook violently.
Screams erupted outside.
The chamber windows exploded inward.
Black smoke poured into the room.
Ash stumbled backward in terror.
Sir Cedric instantly drew his sword.
Then something massive slammed onto the outer balcony.
CRAAAAASH.
Stone shattered.
The entire chamber trembled.
Ash slowly turned toward the darkness beyond the broken wall.
And stopped breathing.
A dragon crouched outside the royal chamber.
Gigantic.
Black-scaled.
Its glowing golden eyes burned through the smoke.
The beast was so enormous its body barely fit against the castle towers.
Servants screamed throughout the fortress.
Alarm bells exploded across Ashkar.
The dragon slowly lowered its gigantic head toward the child.
Then—
to Cedric’s absolute horror—
it bowed.
The old knight’s sword slipped from his fingers.
“No…”
The dragon’s deep voice rumbled like distant thunder.
“At last…”
Ash backed away instinctively.
The creature’s eyes softened.
“You survived.”
The child stared at the monster in confusion.
“You… can talk?”
A strange sadness crossed the dragon’s eyes.
“I have waited for you for four hundred years.”
Sir Cedric suddenly stepped between them protectively.
“Stay away from the boy!”
The dragon slowly turned toward the knight.
“And you,” it growled quietly, “are the son of the man who betrayed us.”
Cedric froze.
The dragon continued,
“Your father opened the gates of Black Hollow.”
The old knight’s face lost all color.
Ash looked between them confused.
“What is he talking about?”
Before Cedric could answer—
the chamber doors burst open.
King Vaelor entered surrounded by armored soldiers.
But the moment the king saw the dragon—
he smiled.
Not fearfully.
Not shockingly.
Knowingly.
The dragon’s eyes narrowed instantly.
“You.”
Vaelor slowly removed his crown.
“You remember me.”
Ash frowned.
That made no sense.
The king wasn’t four hundred years old.
But then—
something horrifying happened.
The skin around Vaelor’s eyes began cracking.
Dark scales slowly spread across his neck.
The soldiers behind him immediately fell to their knees.
Because their king was changing.
The dragon growled deeply.
“The False King.”
Ash stared in disbelief as Vaelor’s human appearance slowly melted away.
Not completely.
But enough.
Enough to reveal what he truly was beneath the illusion.
Not human.
Dragonborn.
The king laughed softly.
“Four centuries hiding among mortals grows exhausting.”
Cedric whispered in horror,
“You’re immortal…”
Vaelor’s smile widened.
“I was there when the Dragon Kingdom fell.”
Ash backed away slowly.
“No…”
The king looked directly at the child.
“You want the truth?”
Blue fire flickered around the Dragon-Slayer.
Vaelor pointed toward the sword.
“That weapon was never meant for humans.”
The dragon roared angrily,
“Don’t listen to him!”
But Vaelor continued calmly.
“The Dragon Kings weren’t rulers.”
His golden eyes locked onto Ash.
“They were jailers.”
Silence filled the ruined chamber.
The king’s voice became colder.
“Four hundred years ago… humanity discovered something impossible.”
He slowly pointed toward the giant black dragon outside.
“Dragons were not beasts.”
The creature growled.
Vaelor ignored it.
“They were gods.”
Ash’s heartbeat thundered.
Cedric looked horrified now.
The king continued,
“The Dragon-Slayer was forged to control them.”
Ash stared at the glowing sword.
“No…”
“Yes,” Vaelor whispered.
“The first Dragon King enslaved dragonkind using that blade.”
The black dragon lowered its head sadly.
“Your ancestor betrayed us.”
The room fell silent except for distant screams throughout the castle.
Ash looked at the sword in horror now.
The glowing runes suddenly felt heavier.
Colder.
Vaelor slowly stepped closer.
“You are the last descendant capable of controlling the Dragon-Slayer.”
The king’s smile darkened.
“And tonight… you will give it to me.”
The soldiers raised crossbows instantly.
Sir Cedric grabbed Ash protectively.
“Run!”
THOOOOOM.
The dragon smashed through the castle wall.
Stone exploded everywhere.
The beast roared so violently the entire fortress shook.
Panic erupted instantly.
Ash felt powerful hands grab him.
The dragon.
It lifted the child carefully onto its massive neck.
Vaelor screamed furiously,
“STOP THEM!”
The dragon launched itself from the collapsing tower.
BOOOOOOM.
Wings exploded open across the storm sky.
Ashkar vanished beneath them as they soared into the night.
Flaming arrows streaked upward from the castle walls.
The dragon twisted through the storm effortlessly.
Ash clung tightly to its scales while freezing rain hammered his face.
Below—
the capital burned in chaos.
And behind them—
King Vaelor watched from the highest tower with glowing golden eyes.
Smiling.
The dragon carried Ash deep into the northern mountains.
Snowstorms swallowed the skies by dawn.
Finally—
they landed before enormous frozen ruins hidden beneath the cliffs.
Ash stared upward in awe.
Ancient dragon statues towered over the mountainside.
An entire lost city buried beneath ice.
The dragon lowered its head.
“Welcome home.”
Ash frowned.
“This isn’t my home.”
The dragon looked strangely sad again.
“Yes,” it whispered.
“It is.”
Inside the frozen ruins—
thousands of dragon skeletons rested beneath the ice.
Some enormous enough to dwarf castles.
Ash walked silently through the ancient halls while blue flames from the Dragon-Slayer illuminated forgotten murals across the walls.
Then he stopped.
One mural showed humans and dragons fighting together.
Another showed dragons chained by glowing swords.
And finally—
one showed a child holding the Dragon-Slayer while dragons knelt before him.
Ash stared at the image.
The child looked exactly like him.
“No…”
The dragon approached slowly.
“You were told humans inherited the Dragon Kingdom.”
Ash nodded weakly.
The creature’s voice softened.
“That was a lie.”
It lowered its massive head closer.
“The Dragon Kings were dragons themselves.”
Ash’s blood froze.
“What?”
The dragon closed its eyes painfully.
“Long ago… dragons learned to take human form.”
The murals glowed faintly around them.
“We lived beside humans peacefully for centuries.”
Ash stared silently.
“Then why did the war begin?”
The dragon’s eyes darkened.
“Because humans feared death.”
It looked toward the Dragon-Slayer.
“And your ancestor created a weapon capable of stealing dragon immortality.”
Ash suddenly remembered Vaelor’s words.
Immortal.
The child slowly looked down at his own hands.
“No…”
The dragon nodded sadly.
“The Dragon Kings used the sword to absorb dragon souls.”
The ruins fell silent.
Ash’s breathing became uneven.
“That’s impossible.”
The dragon stepped closer.
“Why do you think the blade chose you?”
The child’s voice shook.
“Because I’m dragonborn?”
The creature looked directly into his eyes.
“No.”
Silence.
Then the dragon whispered the truth.
“Because the final Dragon King never died.”
Ash stared blankly.
The dragon continued softly,
“You are him.”
The world stopped.
The child backed away instantly.
“No!”
“You were reborn.”
Ash shook violently now.
“That’s not true!”
The dragon lowered its head.
“When Black Hollow fell… your soul was sealed inside the Dragon-Slayer.”
Fragments flashed through Ash’s mind suddenly.
Fire.
Screaming.
Dragons falling from the sky.
A giant battlefield covered in ash.
And himself—
older.
Covered in blood.
Holding the Dragon-Slayer while an army burned around him.
Ash collapsed to his knees screaming.
The sword exploded with blue fire.
THOOOOOOM.
Ancient memories flooded back violently.
He remembered everything.
The war.
The betrayal.
The slaughter.
And worst of all—
the truth.
He had not tried to save dragonkind.
He had destroyed them.
Tears streamed down Ash’s face.
“No…”
The dragon remained silent.
Ash remembered standing at Black Hollow centuries earlier while thousands of dragons died around him.
He remembered creating the Dragon-Slayer.
Not to protect humans.
But to steal immortality from dragons forever.
The child trembled violently.
“I killed them…”
The dragon closed its eyes.
“Yes.”
Ash looked broken now.
“Then why protect me?”
The dragon stared at him quietly.
“Because before you died… you tried to undo it.”
Ash froze.
The dragon continued,
“You shattered the Dragon-Slayer and sealed yourself away so nobody could use it again.”
Fragments returned.
He remembered.
Vaelor.
His closest friend.
The one who betrayed him during the final battle.
Vaelor had wanted immortality for himself.
He wanted the sword rebuilt.
Ash whispered weakly,
“The False King…”
The dragon nodded.
“He survived.”
Snowstorms roared outside the frozen ruins.
Ash slowly stood again.
“What happens if Vaelor gets the sword?”
The dragon’s expression darkened.
“He becomes eternal.”
Ash looked toward the glowing blade.
“And if I destroy it?”
The dragon remained silent for a long moment.
Then finally answered,
“You die permanently.”
The ruins fell completely silent.
Because the sword no longer held only dragon souls.
It held his.
Ash stared quietly at the ancient weapon.
At last—
he understood why it had chosen him.
Not as its master.
But as its prison.
Three nights later—
the armies of Ashkar surrounded the frozen ruins.
Thousands of soldiers covered the mountains.
Catapults.
Ballistae.
Dragon-fire cannons.
And at the center of the army—
stood King Vaelor himself.
Snow whipped violently across his black armor.
“You cannot hide forever,” his voice thundered across the mountains.
Inside the ruins—
Ash tightened his grip around the Dragon-Slayer.
The black dragon approached him quietly.
“You still have time to flee.”
Ash looked toward the battlefield below.
“No.”
The dragon studied him carefully.
“You are not the same king I once knew.”
Ash gave a small sad smile.
“I think… that king finally died a long time ago.”
Then he stepped forward.
Alone.
The giant ruin doors opened slowly.
Thousands of soldiers immediately aimed their weapons.
Ash walked into the snowstorm carrying the glowing Dragon-Slayer.
Tiny.
Fragile.
A child standing before an empire.
King Vaelor smiled.
“At last.”
Ash stopped only a few feet away.
Snow spiraled around the glowing blade.
“You lied to everyone,” Ash said quietly.
Vaelor laughed softly.
“Of course.”
The king slowly spread his arms.
“Humans fear monsters.”
Golden dragon eyes glowed beneath his human skin.
“So I gave them one.”
Ash’s grip tightened.
“You started the Dragon Wars.”
Vaelor smiled wider.
“And you finished them.”
The words struck like knives.
Thousands of soldiers watched silently.
Ash slowly raised the Dragon-Slayer.
Blue fire exploded across the mountains.
The sword screamed.
Not metaphorically.
Actually screamed.
Because millions of trapped dragon souls still remained inside it.
Vaelor’s eyes widened greedily.
“Yes…” he whispered.
“Give it to me.”
Ash looked at the blade one final time.
Then—
to everyone’s horror—
he pointed the sword toward himself.
Vaelor screamed instantly.
“NO!”
But too late.
Ash drove the Dragon-Slayer directly through his own chest.
THOOOOOOOOOM.
The world exploded in blue-white light.
The mountains cracked apart.
Dragon souls erupted from the sword like a heavenly storm.
Millions.
Countless glowing dragons spiraled across the sky.
The soldiers fell to their knees screaming.
Vaelor roared in fury as his immortality began burning away.
Because the sword was breaking.
Ash collapsed into the snow smiling weakly.
The black dragon landed beside him desperately.
“No…”
The child’s body slowly began turning into blue ash.
Ash looked upward peacefully.
For the first time in centuries—
the screaming inside his head had stopped.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
The dragon lowered its massive head beside him.
Then suddenly—
something impossible happened.
The released dragon souls did not disappear.
Instead—
they circled above Ash together.
Brighter.
Faster.
The entire sky became blue fire.
Vaelor stared upward in horror.
“What are they doing?”
The answer came instantly.
The dragon souls descended.
Not toward the sword.
Toward Ash.
BOOOOOOOM.
Light swallowed the mountains.
And when it faded—
the child was gone.
In his place—
stood a massive silver dragon covered in glowing blue runes.
Ancient.
Beautiful.
Alive.
The soldiers screamed in terror.
Vaelor staggered backward.
“No…”
The silver dragon opened glowing eyes.
Not hateful.
Not monstrous.
Peaceful.
Ash’s voice echoed gently across the mountains.
“The sword was never my prison.”
The silver dragon slowly spread colossal wings across the storm sky.
“It was my second chance.”
Then he turned toward Vaelor.
And the False King finally understood the horrifying truth.
The Dragon-Slayer had never stolen dragon souls.
The ancient kings had been protecting them.
Protecting dragonkind from people like him.
Vaelor tried to run.
Too late.
The silver dragon opened its mouth.
Blue-white fire consumed the False King instantly.
Not even ash remained.
Silence fell across the mountains.
Then—
the silver dragon looked toward the terrified soldiers below.
And slowly bowed its head.
Not in hatred.
In forgiveness.
One by one—
the soldiers lowered their weapons.
Sir Cedric stepped forward through the snow.
Tears filled his eyes as he knelt before the dragon.
Not out of fear.
Out of respect.
And high above the frozen ruins—
the souls of the ancient dragons finally rose peacefully into the dawn sky.
Free at last.
