Zhyrkon117
Long ago, dragons ruled not by dominion, but by devotion.
Bound by a sacred Pledge, they chose to share their wisdom with humankind-not as masters, but as guardians. Through fire, they taught men to build, to protect, to rise. And when a dragon fulfilled their duty, their soul was said to become a star.
But the skies have not brightened in many seasons.
Theredral, a black-scaled dragon just beyond his prime, still walks the old path. Patient, deliberate, and fiercely wise, he remains an advisor to the king-a living relic of an age that believes the Pledge endures. Yet shadows stir beneath the walls of peace: border camps fall silent, ancient symbols return in ash, and doubt moves like smoke among the kin.
Then a knight arrives from the eastern wilds.
Sir Caelen Brannach-scarred, solitary, and bearing no memory of how he lived when his patrol did not-carries more than just wounds. Something followed him back. Something old, without name or voice. As dragons and men begin to watch one another with quiet suspicion, Caelen finds himself drawn into a world of ancient oaths, living flame, and choices that do not belong to him... but may cost him everything.
At Theredral's side stands Veyhara, a sharp-willed emerald dragon still untested in the fires of trust. And watching from the quiet edges, the blind dreamer Jurnen sees the shape of things long before they come-though even he cannot say if what's coming is fire... or ruin.
The stars wait. The silence deepens. And between them both stands a bond that was never meant to break.