Queen Dragoness of Eirvoth

Prologue: Aurora the Hero

NARRATOR

On the far outskirts of the universe exists one realm that was forsaken by the gods. A realm full of sporadic destiny and unpredictable timeline that eventually led to the abandonment of the gods, for they simply thought it was only a hassle to handle such an enigma under their divinity. This realm hadn't gained any form of peace and revelation. Cast aside by those above the heavens, they were destined to be doomed the moment they were forgotten.

Residing in a realm where no god took place, the dwellers simply became mortals without guidance. There was no divine intervention to rely upon. In this realm, the law of nature is different from the others. There stride several mortal species that hanged onto their lives. Beasts, humans, elves and dwarves.

In a realm of unprecedented beasts, there lit the kindle of self-preservation, where only the strong survive and the weak perish. It became an innate behaviour of the realm dwellers to conquer the land, wanting to reach the apex of strength. But when predator meets predator, how could they accept their fate to become the prey? The law of nature is unwritten, yet every living being, human or beast, knows its violent essence.

Fangs bared, sword swung, blood spilt, magic corrupted, death... meaningless.

The realm dwellers perceived the predicament of war. The reminiscence of the destruction is brought; all were for nought. Left and right gazed, yet corpses and guts painted green with its shining crimson. The battle between robust species continued for aeons, all for the sake of power and dominion while they didn't realize how meaningless their battle truly was, only blinded by their aimless greed and foolish pride.

As the war between the realm dwellers rages on, there breeds a new threat that looms over the horizon. The realm shook by its shriek, where the long thought to be nothing more than myth has awakened from its slumber. The dark force holds immense power and it hungers only for destruction.

Warriors from several species formed an alliance to stand a chance against the demonic beings, but their struggles were nothing but a mild nuisance to the demons. Their resistance was commendable but nothing could stand in the way of the march of the demons.

Until one faithful day, when one of the beasts showed their worth, a frost dragoness, made from mana itself, inherited the ability to manipulate mana in a way never before seen. The dragoness brought hope and light back into the souls of the warriors, where they managed to push the demons away and overpower them. For once, the realm dwellers led the war.

However, the demon forces were nothing but a fragment of their true power.

The lord of all demons emerges from the depths of the realm. It cracked the sky, shook the clouds, tore the mountains apart, and ravaged the lands and continents. All hope was lost, except for one, where the frost dragoness dived into battle as the war commander.

Through thin lines of hope and the thick thread of despair, her drive to protect the realm keeps her going. It's all for someone she had grown fond of. And so, she marches forward with her magic ready as she defeats the demon lord. The bloodshed it left marks a new beginning for the realm dwellers.

They discerned their previous warfare was simply imprudent, and had they stopped earlier, the dwellers could have fortified their realm to repel the demons and avoided undeserved deaths. Thus the realm dwellers kept their pledge of forming peace.

United as one, dwarves, elves, humans, and beasts, they began to live happily, where they were led by the hero of the realm, now called "The queen of Eirvoth". However, with her being the last dragon of her kind, there is no clear choice for any to be the king except for one she had found interest in.

This is a story of the protector of the realm, the hero, who finally meets the one who protects the protector.