In the year 2026, the world had long since forgotten the existence of dragons. These magnificent beings, once thought to be mere myths, had emerged alongside technological advancements and environmental changes.
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Silas paced frantically in the small living room, his heart a relentless drum echoing in his chest. With each rapid inhale and exhale, he stole glances at the clock on the wall, willing it to tick faster. Anxiety coiled tightly in his stomach like a spring ready to snap open at any moment. He glanced at his phone, willing it to buzz with a message from Lucifer, but it remained silent.
The afternoon sun sprawled into the room, illuminating the scattered remnants of their lives together—books, clothes, a half-finished puzzle on the coffee table. But the chaotic beauty of their shared space failed to assuage Silas’s mounting dread. All he could think about was the viral video that had sent his world spiraling into a panic.
It was a random vlogger, someone with a penchant for capturing uniqueness on their phone. In that ten-second clip, Shadow, Silas’s sleek obsidian dragon with blood red wings and Hellfire, Lucifer’s fiery-red dragon, twisted and glided through the dusk sky.
The breathtaking footage revealed a stunning display of trust and friendship between the two dragons. They soared in a dance, their claws entwined, silhouetted against the orange and pink hues of a setting sun before plummeting towards the ground, disbanding and flying up just in time when they got dangerously close to the ground.
The view was magnificent, almost enchanting, but it was the relentless comments that shattered Silas's tranquility.
“Did you see those dragons? Are they real? What else is out there?”
“No way this is real! Where can I hunt one?”
“They should be locked up! They’re dangerous!”
Each notification felt like a knife, deepening the gash of his fear. Silas had known the world wasn't ready for dragons.
Under the thrill of riding Shadow during those blissful days, he had often forgotten the reality lurking beneath the surface. Dragons, magical and majestic, were largely myths to most people. The moment they were exposed to the outside world, all Silas could imagine were scientists and hunters, experts and thrill-seekers looking to exploit what was once a fantasy.
The door creaked open, and Silas's breath hitched as Lucifer stepped inside, a wave of sunlight accompanying him. In an instant, his boyfriend's presence washed over Silas like a soothing balm. The fierce determination in Lucifer's eyes clashed with the worry etched on his face, telling Silas that Lucifer not only sensed something was amiss but understood its gravity.
“Silas?” Lucifer’s voice was gentle but firm. He stepped closer, reaching to cup Silas’s anxious face. “What’s going on?”
Silas held up his phone, trembling, and the video played in a cruel loop. As the dragons twirled and dipped in the sky, Silas could see the outline of themselves perched on their backs, carefree and joyous. “Look! Look what they’re saying!”
Lucifer’s expression darkened as the harsh comments scrolled by. “This… this could be really problematic.” He turned to Silas, a fierce glint in his eyes. “But we can’t let fear control us. We need to think this through.”
“I don’t want Shadow or Hellfire to be hunted!” Silas exclaimed, panic crashing through him once more. “Or Dune! Allison will freak out when she sees this!”
“There’s always a chance,” Lucifer agreed, his tone dropping to a comforting whisper. “But we’ve kept them safe for this long. Maybe we can find a way to shield them from the world’s eyes.”
"How!! It's already out!! They saw our faces while we were riding them!" Silas cried, weeping as Lucifer pulled him into a hug.
. . . .
The world had become a battlefield, where nations crumbled under the weight of war. Unrest had erupted everywhere; open conflict, armed uprisings, and guerrilla warfare proliferated as traditional armies faltered. In this chaos, the military found itself in dire need of an unlikely savior.
Sergeant Tony Estrada sat in the dimly lit military command center, monitoring battlefield reports on multiple screens.
The atmosphere was heavy with anxiety. Only weeks ago, the military had lost significant ground in the ongoing conflict against an enemy that had begun using guerrilla tactics integrated with advanced technology. Desperation festered in the air.
But that morning, something changed.
While scrolling through social media feeds, he stumbled across a viral video posted by a vlogger named Tyrell Johnson, known for his adventurous spirit and cinematic flair. It featured breathtaking views of the Tennessee wilderness, but what captivated millions was beyond comprehension: dragons. Yes, actual dragons, with iridescent scales that shimmered gold and red in the setting sun, soaring across the sky.
The creatures spun and dove in a graceful display, performing aerial maneuvers that made the heart race. On their backs were folks—humans like Tony, unassuming and unaware of their pivotal role in the balance of power.
The military's ears perked up. If these humans could ride dragons, then that changed everything.
News of this phenomenon spread like wildfire throughout the ranks, igniting a spark of hope. Generals convened hastily, their strategy sessions buzzing with ideas about how to harness these mythical beasts for their cause.
