The Fated Fallen

In the realm of Kugropin, peace shattered the moment the War of the Eclipse began.

Night Furies turned on their Light counterparts, unleashing a wave of bloodshed no dragon could escape. The skies burned red. Hatchlings vanished. Dragonets fell screaming. What began as harmony became horror.

Desperate to end the nightmare, the Council of Elders sealed the Night Furies away-gone, forgotten, locked in a realm beyond reach.

Or so they thought.

Now, centuries later, a prophecy stirs-etched in flame, storm, and stars. It speaks of seven dragons who will rise as the world falls apart again.

"He will be the light they follow
And the shadow they fear
Both, always, never enough."

"The one who flies last shall lead the charge.
His wings break where others rise.
He will bear the storm with a smile,
Until the thunder forgets his name."

"He who buys the world with borrowed smiles
Will count his riches in names erased.
Golden hands leave golden graves
And still he digs, too blind to mourn.

"Mirrors do not cry, even when they shatter.
And so neither will she."

"She will blink once.
The world will wish.
She will blink twice.
The world will mourn."

"She will fight for two sides and lose both, torn apart by who she is and who they need."

"Name his knew who none with die and,
Flame the embrace, mask the wear he'll.
Sing it make to fall he'll
Wing marked red the curse will world the."

Fated Fallen is a fantasy remake filled with dark pasts, dragon legacies, twisted romance, and prophecies that never lie.

⚠️Trigger warning: This story contains mature content and themes (smut, violence, trauma). Reader discretion advised.