Step into a mesmerizing world where dragons soar high into the vast skies and legends become reality. " Dragon Savior: A New Beginning " is a captivating fantasy novel that follows the adventure of Starfania, a young girl destined to find her true p...
The morning arrived under a shroud of mist. Heavy clouds rolled low over VulcanFire, muffling the kingdom in an eerie gray quiet. It was raining—a rare, solemn kind of rain that fell like the sky itself was mourning. Each drop tapped softly against Starfania's window, a delicate rhythm that lulled her between sleep and waking. She lay cocooned beneath her blankets, wrapped in the fleeting illusion of peace. For a moment, everything felt still. Safe. Yet beneath that calm, something pressed against her chest—a pressure she couldn't name.
Her dreams had left a residue behind, a shadow in her thoughts that refused to leave. When the knock came, it startled her. A sharp thud-thud-thud shattered the fragile calm.
" Ms. Night, your breakfast is ready," came Ms. Ren's familiar voice, gentle as ever but carrying an undercurrent of something...tense.
" Sure, Ren," Starfania mumbled, pushing the covers back. " I'll be down as soon as I'm dressed."
Ren gave her a small bow and drifted away from the corridor. Starfania dressed slowly, her motions mechanical.
When she reached for her headband, a strange dizziness washed over her—then flashes. Flickering visions, too fast to grasp. She saw...crows circling a field of ash. The moon cracking in two. A sword piercing firelights. And something else—an ancient sigil glowing faintly in her mind's eye, pulsing like a heartbeat. Starfania's hand trembled. Then, as quickly as the vision came, it was gone. She stood there, breath unsteady, forcing a small laugh.
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" Just...weird dreams," she muttered to herself. " That's all. "
But deep down, she knew it wasn't. Downstairs, the smell of bacon and eggs pulled her briefly back to normalcy.
The kitchen was warm, the soft golden glow pushing against the gray outside. Ren stood by the counter, plating the food with her usual precision.
" Ms. Night," Ren said with a teasing glint, " if you keep staring like that, I'll have to get you a bib. We can't have breakfast with a sad face."
Starfania blinked, surprised before laughing, wiping at her chin. " Thanks, Ren. I think I can manage without accessories for once."
The two shared a light laugh—but the sound felt thinner than usual. There was something subdued in Ren's demeanor, as if she, too, could feel the pressure in the air.
They ate quietly for a few minutes, the sound of rain their only company. Then Ren looked up from her plate, her voice calm but deliberate.
" Do you think you could kindly go to Mr. Night's study," she said, " and tell him breakfast is ready?"
The fork slipped from Starfania's hand. It clattered against the plate, the sound too loud in the quiet room.
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" You...want me to tell my dad?" She stammered, a chill spreading through her veins. Ren nodded slowly. " Yes. I think...it's time you spoke with him."
For a moment, the room felt colder. The world seemed to tilt slightly, as though gravity itself had shifted. Her father. The man whose anger still echoed in her dreams. The man she'd told—in a moment of unbearable pain—that she wished wasn't her father at all. Starfania pressed her palm to her chest, trying to still the ache building there. Ren noticed her eyes softening with empathy.
" You don't have to rush," she whispered. " Just breathe. You've both been through so much."
Starfania's lip parted, but no words came out. The image of Cesar's face—stern, cold, yet somehow broken—flashed in her mind.
Parted from her long to see him, to mend what had fractured. Another part feared it would only break her again. Finally, she exhaled and gave a faint nod.
" Alright," she whispered, pushing her chair back. As she stood, the rain intensified against the windowpanes, its rhythm deepening into a steady downpour. The light in the room dimmed, flickering for a moment like a warning. Starfania paused by the doorway, her reflection faintly through the glass—pale, uncertain, eyes haunted by something unseen.
" I'll go," she murmured, mostly to herself. " I just...hope he's ready to listen."
With that, she stepped into the corridor, her footsteps echoing faintly through the castle halls—unaware that somewhere deep beneath her feet, ashes still smoldered in the ruins of Bone's cave.
