Harry Potter: The Last Exodus

The Flames of Drakemire

Thaldrin's POV – Drakemire

The air around Drakemire was thick with heat and the scent of molten rock as Thaldrin, the leader of the dragons, gazed upon his new homeland. The continent stretched out before him, a land of fiery mountains, glowing lava rivers, and endless skies. His heart swelled with pride as he took in the sight. This was where the dragons would rise—where they would build their homes, their legacy, and their future.

Thaldrin stood at the edge of a cliff, overlooking a vast volcanic valley. The ground beneath his feet thrummed with the raw power of the earth, and he could feel the pulse of magic that flowed through the ley lines of the land. This was a place of primal strength, and it called to the dragons, who had long ruled over fire and sky.

"This is our kingdom," Thaldrin spoke aloud, though his words were carried on the wind to the dragons gathered behind him. His voice, deep and commanding, resonated in the air.

He turned to face his people—some in their dragon forms, majestic and awe-inspiring, while others had already shifted into their human forms, tall and proud, their eyes glowing with the fire of their lineage.

Beginning the Foundation of Drakemire

Thaldrin's gaze swept across his people, but instead of issuing direct orders, he simply gave them a nod, a silent understanding passing between them. The dragons knew what needed to be done. They had spent generations living in the shadows, but now, on Drakemire, they were free to create a home that matched their power.

"Our kingdom begins now," Thaldrin said calmly, his words a signal to the others.

A group of elder dragons, their experience and wisdom written in every scale, shifted into their human forms and spread out across the landscape. They began marking the land—this would be the site of their capital city, a grand city forged from both magic and the molten earth itself. They visualized tall, fortified spires made of obsidian and blackened steel, structures strong enough to withstand the flames and tremors that pulsed through the continent.

The younger dragons, the Wyrmlings, were eager to assist, their excitement palpable as they soared through the skies above, their wings creating gusts of wind that fanned the flames in the valleys below. Even in their youth, they understood the importance of the moment—they were building their future.

Thaldrin watched with pride as groups of dragons split off to begin the work:

One group flew over the great molten rivers, using their fire magic to create bridges and pathways of enchanted stone. These would serve as the arteries of the capital, allowing dragons to traverse the land in both human and dragon forms.Another group began laying the foundation for the Grand Hall of Drakemire, a massive structure that would rise at the heart of the capital. This hall, carved from volcanic rock and reinforced with dragon fire, would be the seat of governance and the meeting place for the Council of Elders.High perches were planned along the cliffs, where dragons could easily launch into flight, while lower chambers carved into the mountains would house the younger and less experienced dragons, providing them a safe place to grow and train.The Hierarchy of Dragons

As the work progressed, Thaldrin felt the stirrings of change within himself. He had always been a powerful dragon, a leader in his own right, but something within him was awakening. The land, the magic, and the power of this new world were feeding him, transforming him.