DRAGONSTEEL

DRAGONSTEEL

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At the twilight of the Dvāpara Age, the unified alliance of Earthlings- the Elves, the Vardra, the Nythari, and Men stood against the White Dragons in the last great war. As the sky blazed with the Dragons' fury, the Earth split, and the alliance disintegrated. The eternal Elves returned to their sky-bound cities suspended on floating islands, Vardra disappeared to their caverns under the deserts, and Nythari retreated into the deep forests, where the boundaries between the waking world and the dream realm are thin. In the waning hours of the great battle, the humans turned to Vÿrathäen, an Elyndari-a mix-blood born of mortals and Elves. No one knows what befell on the Earth that the third age came to a sudden end. Now at the twilight of fourth age, Vÿrathäen is rising again and ashfall and haze now covers the earth. Kael Ravensong, a lowborn adopted into royalty, finds herself weilding Dragonsteel, a sword forged in the fire of the last dragon. With her king and kingdom burnt to ashes, she must set out on a quest to reclaim a mythical stone that could have ended the third age and is now within reach of Vÿrathäen. Can she save the fourth age from coming to an end? Let's find out.
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"𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑬𝑵𝑫 𝑼𝑺..." "𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑰𝑻 𝑩𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑰𝑭𝑼𝑳 𝑶𝑭 𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺." She was born of a bargain, stitched from starlight and ruin, the last gift of a dying son to a goddess who loved thresholds more than mercy. 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 entered the world with silver eyes that remembered every grave, golden hair that shimmered like a crown too heavy for any child, and a silence that unsettled even the house that raised her. The Blacks bred tempests, and she was a storm disguised as grace. Though long before her first breath, the constellations had written her fate. They named her for dawn yet clothed her in dusk, promising her to the boy who bore lightning in his scar. 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑-child of prophecy, boy marked by fate for death, the lamb to be slaughter and sacrificed. They found each other in corridors steeped in omen, their eyes meeting as if they had done so for centuries. His sorrow recognized her fury; her tenderness understood his ruin. Their love was not a choice but an inheritance, whispered by the heavens, sealed in the marrow of their bones. The world stood against them. As bloodlines demanded obedience, gods demanded payment, destiny demanded separation. Yet together they moved toward each other as planets do, colliding though they knew it would shatter the sky. Their love was no sanctuary. It was a doom both holy and profane, a sacrament carved into the stars with the same hand that wrote death.

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