The Tale of The Fallen Primordial

In the capital city of Draekoria, nestled among the towering peaks of Ryūjin No Sumai, shimmered in the dying light of the sun. Its crystalline towers caught the last rays of the day, casting rainbows through the air, while rivers of magic flowed beneath its streets, giving life to the Dragonoid kingdom. This was the seat of power for the Dragonoids, the race blessed with the divine legacy of the mighty dragon Shiro. 

Inside the royal palace, Prince Zuka Kogetsu, the eldest of the twin princes and heir to the Dragonoid throne stood in his private chambers, his gaze fixed on a large map spread out across an ornate table. His golden eyes—sharp and intense—traced the borders of their lands, settling on the dark woods beyond The Forest of Nate. There, troubling reports had begun to stir his mind: Felborn attacks, refugees, strange markings on those who fled. 

A knock sounded at the door, and a guard entered with a bow. "Prince Zuka, your brother is here to see you." 

Before Zuka could respond, Prince Noir strode into the room, his very presence suffocating the air, commanding attention with the effortless grace of someone born to rule. His appearance was nothing short of striking—his void-black horns twisted elegantly from his forehead, sharp and glistening in the dim light. His wings were long and imposing, the feathers a deep, luscious black that seemed to absorb the surrounding light. They stretched behind him like shadows given form, framing his tall, muscular frame. His hair cascaded down to his broad shoulders, as dark as the abyss itself, adding to the aura of mystery and menace that clung to him. Dressed in a royal robe of deep black, intricately embroidered with crimson details, the rich fabric clung to his body, a reflection of his sharp, predatory grace. But it was his eyes—those piercing, blood-red eyes—that radiated a malice that could freeze a man's soul. His skin was dark, the color of midnight, a stark contrast to his brother's.

Zuka, in comparison, was the light to Noir's shadow. He stood tall, at the same imposing height of 6'8", yet everything about him radiated purity and brilliance. His skin was pale, almost luminescent, a whiteness that seemed to glow from within. His golden horns spiraled from his head, catching the faintest flickers of light and reflecting it like burnished metal. His hair was a brilliant white, cascading down his back and nearly touching his palms. Unlike Noir's wings, Zuka's were like angelic instruments of war—pure white, massive, and majestic, feathers shimmering with divine light. His eyes, golden and regal, glittered from afar, filled with wisdom and ferocity in equal measure. Dressed in a robe of pristine white and gold, adorned with intricate detailing that spoke of his royal status, Zuka's presence was just as powerful as his brother's, though in a way that felt like standing before the sun itself.

Though they were twins, each sharing the same towering height, broad shoulders, and chiseled features that spoke of their dragonoid heritage, they were opposites in every conceivable way.

Where Zuka was serious, noble, kind and the light of their people, Noir was dark, chaotic, and laughed at the very notion of responsibility. His red eyes gleamed with mischief, and a wicked smile played across his lips. 

"Brother," Noir greeted, his voice laced with sarcasm. "You've been hiding from us." He leaned against the doorframe, his posture relaxed, but his tone teasing. 

Zuka glanced over his shoulder, his expression one of mild annoyance. "You're late, Noir." 

Noir's grin widened, and he let out a low, dark chuckle, the kind that sent shivers down the spines of others. "Well, I'm here now. Why weren't you in attendance at our Father's Council? Is there anything more important than Father's Council? Or are you playing king already?" He said sarcastically, almost mockingly, imitating the words Zuka would usually say to him

Zuka turned back to the map, ignoring his brother's provocation. "I told Father I would not attend today. I have… other matters that require my attention." 

Noir raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Other matters? Do tell. What could possibly be so pressing?" 

Zuka hesitated for a moment, then let out a sigh. "I've taken in a group of Beastmen, Elves, and Giants—refugees from the Felborn attacks. I've claimed a piece of land within the Great Forest of Nate for them. I'm trying to establish a sanctuary to keep them safe." 

Noir chuckled again, a low, dark sound. "How noble of you, brother. But do tell... is that all? So you fancy yourself a savior now?" 

Zuka ignored the mockery. "There's more to this. These refugees are being hunted. They've been attacked four times this week alone, and I intend to find out why." 

Noir's smirk faded, replaced by genuine interest. "Hunted, you say?" His voice lowered, suddenly serious. "By whom?" 

Zuka shook his head, his frustration evident. "I don't know. They won't tell me everything—I assume it's due to trauma—but something feels off. They don't seem like ordinary refugees. There's something they're hiding." 

Noir's eyes narrowed, a dark gleam flickering behind them. "Where did you find them? Give me details." 

 "I saw them while flying beyond our borders," Zuka answered. "They were scattered, disoriented... mostly Dark Elves. Their skin was unusually pale, and they bore strange markings on the back of their necks." 

At this, Noir's expression darkened further. He stepped away from the doorframe, standing closer to Zuka. "You idiot. You saved no refugees, You've just given homes to someone's property. Those are slaves" 

Zuka froze, his fists tightening at the implication. "Slaves?" 

Noir nodded, his voice now edged with seriousness. "Those markings—slave brands. Dark Elves, are valuable in certain circles. Their pale skin probably means they are crossbreeds, It's no wonder they are being hunted. Someone wants their property back." 

Zuka clenched his fists, anger bubbling to the surface. "I can't just leave them, this means someone is tracking them... someone dangerous." 

Noir's smirk returned, though there was a coldness in his eyes now. "You've stumbled into quite the mess, brother. You'll need more than noble intentions to see this through." 

Zuka straightened, his resolve hardening. "I'm going to protect them. I'll find out who's behind this and they will suffer." 

Noir's smirk widened, his excitement barely concealed. "Oh, I'm coming with you. You'll need someone to keep you from getting in over your head." 

Zuka hesitated. "Noir. I can handle it." 

Noir scoffed. "Please, you'll only get yourself killed. Besides, I can't let you ruin our family's name by charging into danger like a fool. You'll need my help." 

Turning to the soldier by the door, Noir barked an order. "You there! Find Kaizen, have him fetch my royal guards." 

The soldier bowed and left to gather their forces. Zuka took a deep breath, still grappling with the weight of the situation. He had thought he was helping a group of victims, but now it was clear—this was much bigger. With Noir by his side, he knew the path ahead would be even more dangerous, and far less predictable. 

"We leave immediately," Zuka commanded, his voice resolute. 

Noir clapped him on the back, his eyes gleaming. "Don't be in a rush brother, after all, as long as I'm here, you can be rest assured that nothing would get fucked up".

Zuka looked at Noir, he said nothing to him, but his thoughts were the opposite, I trust you brother, but still, I don't want you acting rashly.