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The freezing storm swallowed every scream.
Snow crashed violently across the northern cliffs of Ashkar while black clouds churned above the canyon like a living nightmare. The abyss beneath the mountain had no bottom anyone could see. Even during daylight, darkness consumed everything below the cliffs.
And now—
two children swung above it.
The glowing black chain embedded in the cliff wall groaned under impossible pressure while crimson dragon symbols burned across the boy’s chest.
The little girl buried her face against him, sobbing violently.
“B-Brother…”
The boy tightened his shaking arm around her.
“It’s okay,” he whispered through clenched teeth. “I’ve got you.”
But he didn’t.
His left shoulder was dislocated.
Blood ran down his fingers.
And cracks were spreading rapidly across the chain.
Above them, royal soldiers stared over the cliff edge in horror.
One stepped backward.
“That’s impossible…”
Another gripped his spear tightly.
“The cursed bloodline…”
The captain’s face had turned pale beneath his iron helmet.
“No child can summon the Dragon Chains.”
Lightning exploded across the sky.
For one brief second, the canyon illuminated completely—
revealing thousands upon thousands of gigantic black chains buried inside the abyss walls.
Ancient.
Sleeping.
Watching.
Then darkness swallowed them again.
The boy saw them.
And terror flooded through him.
Because the chains were moving.
Slowly.
Like enormous serpents awakening beneath the mountain.
The cliff suddenly trembled.
BOOOOM.
A deafening roar erupted from somewhere far below the abyss.
Not human.
Not animal.
Something older.
The soldiers immediately stumbled backward in panic.
The captain shouted:
“Pull them up NOW!”
Hooks and ropes were thrown over the cliff edge instantly.
The soldiers had stopped caring about executing the children.
Now they were afraid of what might climb out of the abyss if the Dragon Chains fully awakened.
The boy glanced upward through the snowstorm.
For one dangerous moment—
hope flickered inside him.
Then he heard the captain scream again.
“Kill the boy first!”
The child’s blood froze.
Archers rushed forward above the cliff.
The little girl screamed.
“Brother!”
The boy twisted violently as arrows rained downward.
CLANG.
One arrow struck the chain.
Another pierced the cliff beside his hand.
A third sliced across his ribs.
Pain exploded through his body.
The little girl cried harder.
“Please stop!”
But the soldiers kept firing.
Because everyone in Ashkar knew the stories.
The Dragon Blood children had nearly destroyed the kingdom generations ago.
And now—
the curse had returned.
The captain grabbed another bow himself.
“Shoot through the girl if you have to!”
The boy’s eyes widened.
“No!”
He spun around desperately, shielding his sister with his own body.
The next arrow flew directly toward them.
Then suddenly—
something moved beneath the abyss.
Fast.
A gigantic black shape erupted upward through the darkness below.
WHOOOOOOOM.
The entire canyon exploded with wind pressure.
The soldiers screamed.
The massive creature shot upward past the children—
and the arrow shattered instantly against black scales.
The boy stared upward in disbelief.
A dragon.
A colossal black dragon wrapped in broken chains.
Its crimson eyes glowed beneath the storm clouds while enormous wings blotted out the sky itself.
The soldiers panicked instantly.
“DRAGON!”
“RUN!”
The creature roared.
The sound alone shattered ice across the canyon walls.
Snow avalanches crashed down nearby mountains.
The dragon circled once through the storm—
then stopped directly before the hanging children.
Its gigantic eye focused silently on the boy.
The child stopped breathing.
Because he recognized the creature.
Not from memory.
From dreams.
For years he had dreamed about crimson eyes watching him through darkness.
Dreams about chains.
About fire.
About falling forever.
And now the dragon stood before him.
Real.
Alive.
The little girl trembled violently.
“Brother…”
The dragon slowly lowered its head.
Then—
it spoke.
Not with words.
Inside his mind.
You finally awakened us.
The boy gasped.
Pain shot through his skull.
Images exploded inside his mind.
An ancient battlefield covered in dragon corpses.
Burning kingdoms.
Mountains collapsing beneath black fire.
And at the center—
a man wearing a crown made of chains.
The same dragon seal burned across his chest.
The boy screamed.
The visions vanished instantly.
Above them, the captain shouted desperately:
“Kill the dragon!”
Ballistas hidden along the cliff walls rotated toward the creature.
Massive iron spears loaded into place.
The dragon’s eye narrowed.
The boy suddenly realized something horrifying.
The soldiers were not aiming at the dragon.
They were aiming at him.
Because he was the source of the awakening.
The captain pointed downward.
“Destroy the vessel!”
THOOOOOM.
The first ballista spear launched.
The dragon moved instantly.
Its gigantic body wrapped around the children protectively as the spear smashed into its side.
Black blood exploded across the canyon.
The dragon roared in pain.
The little girl cried out.
The boy stared in horror.
The creature was protecting them.
Why?
Another spear fired.
Then another.
The dragon twisted violently through the storm while chains wrapped around its wounded body.
But despite its immense size—
it was weak.
Starving.
The chains buried inside its flesh were not decorations.
They were prison chains.
The boy finally understood.
The dragons beneath the abyss had never disappeared.
They had been imprisoned.
For centuries.
And the Dragon Blood children were the keys keeping them sealed.
The captain screamed again:
“Bring down the entire cliff if you must!”
Explosions suddenly erupted across the mountainside.
The soldiers had begun collapsing the canyon itself.
Massive cracks split through the frozen rock walls.
The boy’s eyes widened.
“They’re trying to bury us!”
The dragon turned its enormous head toward him.
The kingdom fears what your father almost became.
The child froze.
“My… father?”
Another memory exploded through his mind.
A man kneeling before the king of Ashkar.
Chains wrapped around his arms.
A little boy crying nearby.
A baby girl hidden beneath blankets.
And the king speaking coldly:
“Erase their bloodline forever.”
The boy’s heart nearly stopped.
The dragon’s voice echoed again.
Your father did not start the Dragon War.
Another explosion shook the canyon violently.
Entire sections of the cliff began collapsing above them.
The dragon growled deeply.
He tried to stop it.
The child stared upward at the falling mountain.
Everything he had ever known was a lie.
The kingdom had called his family cursed monsters.
But what if—
they were murdered to hide the truth?
The little girl clung to him tightly.
“Brother… I’m scared…”
The canyon wall suddenly shattered beside them.
The chain anchoring them cracked apart.
CRAAAAACK.
The glowing black chain snapped.
Both children fell again instantly.
The little girl screamed.
The storm swallowed them whole.
But before they could vanish into the abyss—
the dragon dove.
Its gigantic jaws caught both children carefully between rows of black teeth.
Wind exploded around them as the creature descended deep into the canyon darkness.
Far above, the entire cliffside collapsed.
Millions of tons of ice and stone crashed downward.
The kingdom believed the children had finally died.
But they hadn’t.
Because hidden beneath the abyss—
an entire forgotten world waited.
The dragon descended through darkness for what felt like forever.
Then—
light appeared below.
The boy’s eyes widened.
An underground city stretched beneath the canyon.
Gigantic ancient towers carved directly into black stone.
Massive chains hung between buildings like bridges.
Red crystal fire illuminated the darkness.
And everywhere—
dragons.
Dozens of them.
Some gigantic.
Some wounded.
Some sleeping beneath chains.
The little girl stared in awe.
“It’s beautiful…”
The dragon landed carefully upon an enormous stone platform.
The children climbed down slowly.
Thousands of glowing eyes immediately turned toward them.
The boy instinctively stepped protectively before his sister.
A smaller silver dragon approached first.
Unlike the others, its chains were broken.
It lowered its head toward the children.
Then the dragon spoke aloud.
“You carry his eyes.”
The boy’s throat tightened.
“You knew my father?”
The dragons fell silent.
Then the silver dragon answered softly:
“We loved him.”
The child’s entire body froze.
No one had ever spoken kindly about his father before.
The kingdom called him a traitor.
A monster.
A destroyer.
But the dragons looked at him with grief.
Not hatred.
An elderly woman suddenly stepped forward from the shadows.
The boy startled.
Human.
She wore dark robes lined with crimson symbols matching the dragon seal on his chest.
And despite her age—
her eyes glowed faintly red.
The woman knelt before the children.
“My prince,” she whispered.
The boy recoiled immediately.
“I’m not a prince.”
The woman’s eyes filled with tears.
“Yes,” she said softly. “You are.”
The underground city fell silent.
The little girl stared upward in confusion.
The woman slowly reached into her robes—
and pulled out an old silver crown.
The same chain symbol rested at its center.
The boy stepped backward.
“No…”
The woman nodded sadly.
“Your father was the rightful king of Ashkar.”
The world seemed to stop.
The child shook his head violently.
“That’s impossible.”
“It is the truth.”
The dragons lowered their heads one by one.
The woman continued:
“King Vaelor murdered your bloodline and stole the throne after your father refused to use the Dragon Chains as weapons.”
The boy felt sick.
All those years starving in prison camps…
Being hunted…
Watching people spit on them…
All because the kingdom feared the truth.
The little girl whispered softly:
“So… we aren’t cursed?”
The woman’s face broke completely.
“No, child.”
She knelt before her gently.
“You were never cursed.”
The little girl burst into tears instantly.
The boy could barely breathe.
For years his sister had cried herself to sleep believing she was a monster.
And now—
everything had been a lie.
But the woman’s expression darkened.
“There’s something worse you must know.”
The dragons grew tense.
The gigantic black dragon behind them lowered its head silently.
The woman looked directly into the boy’s eyes.
“Your father is still alive.”
The child stopped breathing entirely.
“What?”
“He has been imprisoned beneath the royal capital for ten years.”
The boy staggered backward.
“No…”
The woman nodded.
“King Vaelor kept him alive because only your bloodline can control the Dragon Seal.”
The boy’s heart pounded violently.
His father.
Alive.
The little girl grabbed his hand tightly.
“We have to save him.”
The dragons suddenly roared throughout the underground city.
The ground trembled.
The elderly woman’s face paled instantly.
“They found us.”
Above the underground kingdom—
the ceiling cracked open.
A gigantic beam of blue fire exploded downward through the cavern roof.
BOOOOOOOM.
Entire towers collapsed instantly.
The dragons screamed.
The boy looked upward in horror.
Floating above the broken ceiling—
an enormous golden war machine hovered in the darkness.
Covered in royal symbols.
Powered by glowing crystals.
The woman whispered in terror:
“The Crown Destroyer…”
The king had known about the underground city all along.
And now—
he intended to erase it forever.
Blue fire rained downward again.
Dragons exploded into flames.
The little girl screamed.
The black dragon roared furiously and launched upward toward the machine.
Dozens of chained dragons followed behind it.
The underground kingdom erupted into war.
The woman grabbed the children urgently.
“Come with me!”
She pulled them through collapsing tunnels beneath the city while explosions thundered above.
The boy ran desperately beside his sister.
“What is that thing?!”
“The king rebuilt ancient dragon weapons using stolen blood crystals.”
Another explosion shook the tunnel.
“He’s been preparing for this day for years.”
The child clenched his fists.
King Vaelor had never feared cursed children.
He feared the truth returning.
The tunnels suddenly opened into an ancient chamber.
At its center—
stood a gigantic black door wrapped in chains.
The woman stopped before it.
“This is the Heart Seal.”
The boy stared at the symbols.
They matched the mark on his chest exactly.
The woman turned toward him.
“Only the true heir can open it.”
The child hesitated.
“What’s inside?”
The woman’s voice trembled.
“The original Dragon Throne.”
The little girl looked confused.
The woman knelt before the boy again.
“If the king reaches this chamber first, he will enslave every dragon remaining beneath Ashkar forever.”
The boy looked at the burning seal on his chest.
Fear filled him.
“What if I can’t control it?”
The woman smiled sadly.
“Your father once asked the same question.”
The chamber suddenly shook violently.
The ceiling began collapsing.
The king’s soldiers were breaking through.
The woman stepped backward.
“There’s no more time.”
The boy slowly approached the gigantic chained door.
His hand trembled.
Then—
he touched it.
BOOOOOOOM.
Crimson fire erupted across the chamber instantly.
The chains exploded outward like living serpents.
The little girl shielded her eyes.
Ancient symbols illuminated every wall.
And slowly—
the black door opened.
Inside the chamber waited a throne carved entirely from dragon bones and black crystal.
But that wasn’t what made the boy freeze.
A man sat chained before it.
Thin.
Broken.
Covered in scars.
But alive.
The man slowly lifted his head.
Crimson eyes met the boy’s.
The child’s entire body shook.
Because he was staring at himself.
The same eyes.
The same black hair.
The man whispered weakly:
“My son…”
The little girl burst into tears instantly.
“Father!”
The man tried to stand—
but chains embedded deep into his body stopped him.
The boy ran toward him without thinking.
“Dad!”
They collided together violently.
For the first time in ten years—
their family held each other again.
The man buried his face against them both while trembling uncontrollably.
“I thought you were dead…”
The boy couldn’t stop crying.
“They threw her off the cliff…”
The man’s expression changed instantly.
Rage flashed through his exhausted eyes.
Then suddenly—
slow clapping echoed through the chamber.
The family turned.
King Vaelor stepped from the shadows surrounded by armored soldiers.
Older now.
But smiling.
“I was wondering how long it would take fate to bring you back together.”
The boy immediately moved protectively before his sister.
The king laughed softly.
“Still protecting everyone.”
His gaze shifted toward the chained man.
“You always were weak, brother.”
The chamber fell silent.
The boy froze.
Brother?
King Vaelor smiled wider.
“Yes.”
The king pointed toward the chained prisoner.
“Your father was my younger brother.”
The child’s mind shattered.
The king continued calmly:
“He believed dragons should live beside humans peacefully.”
His smile disappeared completely.
“But peace makes kingdoms weak.”
The chained man growled:
“You murdered millions!”
Vaelor’s eyes hardened.
“I built an empire.”
The little girl trembled.
“You killed our mother…”
For the first time—
guilt flickered across the king’s face.
Only briefly.
Then it vanished again.
“She betrayed the throne.”
The chained man roared against his restraints.
“You slaughtered your own family!”
Vaelor suddenly stepped forward furiously.
“I SAVED THIS KINGDOM!”
The chamber shook from the force of his voice.
He pointed upward violently.
“The dragons were destroying humanity long before I took the throne!”
The boy stared between them.
Both sounded truthful.
That was the horrifying part.
Then Vaelor looked directly at the child.
“You want the truth?”
He stepped closer slowly.
“Your father freed the dragons once before.”
The chained man’s face paled.
The king smiled coldly.
“And the world burned.”
The chamber fell silent.
The boy looked toward his father in horror.
“It’s a lie…”
But his father couldn’t answer.
Because it wasn’t.
The child suddenly remembered the visions.
Burning kingdoms.
Dead dragons.
Falling cities.
His father whispered weakly:
“I tried to stop the war…”
Vaelor nodded calmly.
“And you failed.”
The king slowly drew his sword.
“That is why this bloodline must end.”
The soldiers raised weapons instantly.
The little girl screamed.
Then—
the throne behind them awakened.
BOOOOOOM.
Crimson chains erupted throughout the chamber.
They wrapped around soldiers violently and slammed them into the walls.
Vaelor spun in shock.
The Dragon Throne was responding.
Not to the father.
To the boy.
The child stared downward at his glowing hands.
The throne’s voice echoed inside his mind.
Choose.
Images flooded him instantly.
One future showed dragons destroying kingdoms beneath endless fire.
Another showed humanity exterminating every dragon forever.
War.
Death.
Hatred.
Always repeating.
The throne spoke again.
Only one bloodline can command both dragons and chains.
The boy finally understood.
The Dragon Bloodline had never been cursed.
It was created to keep balance between dragons and humans.
His father failed.
His uncle became a tyrant.
And now—
the throne was choosing him next.
Vaelor stepped backward nervously.
“No…”
The chains around the chamber trembled violently.
The king pointed his sword toward the child.
“You’re just a boy!”
The boy looked at his crying sister.
At his broken father.
At the dragons dying above the kingdom.
Then he made his choice.
The child walked past the throne.
Past the chains.
And directly toward his uncle.
Everyone stared in confusion.
Vaelor raised his sword defensively.
“What are you doing?”
The boy stopped before him.
Then—
he dropped to one knee.
The chamber froze.
Even the dragons above seemed to fall silent.
The king stared downward in disbelief.
The boy looked up at him calmly.
“If I kill you,” he said softly, “the kingdom will never stop fearing us.”
Vaelor’s expression slowly changed.
The boy continued:
“And if you kill us… the war never ends either.”
The throne trembled behind them.
The child extended one shaking hand.
“So let it end with me.”
The chamber fell completely silent.
Then suddenly—
the throne shattered.
CRAAAAAASH.
Every chain inside the chamber exploded into crimson light.
The Dragon Seal across the boy’s chest vanished instantly.
Above the underground kingdom—
all dragons stopped roaring simultaneously.
The gigantic black dragon lifted its head toward the sky.
Then slowly—
its chains crumbled away.
Across the cavern, every dragon chain shattered one by one.
Not through force.
Through release.
The throne’s voice echoed one final time.
Balance restored.
The boy collapsed immediately.
His father caught him desperately.
“NO!”
But the child smiled weakly.
The little girl cried beside him.
“Brother please…”
The boy looked upward slowly.
The crimson light surrounding the dragons faded gently.
No more chains.
No more control.
No more throne.
The Dragon Bloodline had ended itself willingly.
And because of that—
the dragons were finally free.
So were humans.
The boy whispered softly:
“No more monsters…”
Then darkness consumed him.
…
Rain fell softly over Ashkar three months later.
The war had ended.
King Vaelor abdicated the throne publicly after revealing the truth of the Dragon Wars to the kingdom.
The underground dragon city emerged peacefully from beneath the abyss.
And for the first time in centuries—
dragons flew openly across Ashkar’s skies without fear.
At the center of the rebuilt northern cliffs—
a single stone statue overlooked the canyon.
A barefoot boy holding his little sister safely against his chest.
The people called him:
The Last Chain King.
But they were wrong.
Because far beneath the northern cliffs—
inside a quiet hidden cave—
a small crimson symbol suddenly flickered across a sleeping child’s chest.
Not the boy.
His little sister.
And beside her—
a gigantic black dragon opened one glowing crimson eye.
