The Dragon King's new form emerged from the depths—born into the very family he had once cursed. He could tell by the way the child's body weight from all those curses.The infant cried its first breath, unaware of the ancient soul trapped within. As the newborn's eyes fluttered open, they gleamed not with innocence, but with the knowledge of a being with power, of creation and near destruction of eden, of the heart-wrenching promise made to himself whose daughter name echoed in his soul.
In his heart, there was no joy in the child's first moments—only the suffocating weight of a dragon hatred and wrath and the unrelenting thirst for vengeance that had once driven him to nearly destroy the whole of humanity, but he made a promise and he won't break it.
But now, reborn into their bloodline, the unique hair colour of gold and eyes red as the burning sun. He would have to live amongst them. He would have to see through their eyes, speak with their voices, and feel the crushing weight of curses from different diety like beings and his own. He couldn't yet tell them—couldn't even fully understand the extent of his transformation. All he knew was that this was his path now, to trulyreach his end goal to go past the barrier.
["Look Lia,] As the house maid gave the child to the mother,[" He looks like the dragon King's portrait from long ago. "] She looked at him, her long light blue hair touching the baby and yellow eyes looking at him as she crys happily.
["Yea he really does. I'll call Leo, Leo Heart."]
The dragon king looks at her, feeling his mother's emotions and tries to stretch his baby arms.
["Well maybe it won't be that bad as my first life of reincarnation."]
At the age of six, Leo Heart was no longer the fragile infant he once was. His body had grown stronger, his senses sharper, and an insatiable boredom had begun to awaken his love to read. The stories of what happened during the 500yrs while trying to reincarnate, the legacy of the heart's family.
One afternoon, when the sun was low and the castle was bathed in soft golden light, Leo slipped away from his mother's watchful eyes and ventured toward the grand doors of the royal library. He'd seen the massive marble structure before, towering at the far end of the castle, its stone walls lined with tall, narrow windows that seemed to reflect the weight of history.
["Leo, wait!"] His nursemaid's voice echoed behind him, but he was already moving too quickly. He knew the library was a place of knowledge—and history. History he had to uncover.
He pushed open the heavy wooden doors, the hinges creaking softly as they swung inward. The scent of aged parchment and leather filled his nostrils. Rows upon rows of books stretched endlessly, towering shelves of scrolls and tomes, ancient and well-worn, chronicling centuries of history. His small fingers brushed against the spines of books, each one a promise of discovery.
["Really, I'm surprised they prospered even with the curses on them."] He said to himself while looking around.
Leo's eyes narrowed as he searched for something of use. His yellow gaze gleamed with determination. He was simply searching for any history, history of the past five hundred years—the time before his rebirth. What had happened during that time?
He turned and saw something interesting: a large tome bound in dark hide maybe made from manticore, embossed with a golden symbol—the crest of the first King's lineage. His fingers shaking cause of the size as he opened it. The pages were thick and fragile, and as he flipped through them, he found stories of a dragon prophet. Someone that was related to the blue dragon.
Surprised and shaking,[" I had a grand daughter. No way I could feel her energy if I did."] As he flipped through the pages.
There, in the pages of the book, he saw the name "Hyi," the title of the mysterious prophet who had helped the heart's during the 500yrs. His heart skipped a beat. There, under the weight of history, he felt a faint connection, like the distant echo of a daughter.
["She had a child, but with who and when?"] But he knew that asking questions will not help.
As he read further, the words blurred in front of his eyes, the images on the pages suddenly coming to life in his mind. He saw the similar blue hair like aurora's but the red eyes like his own—beautiful, like her mother with the same tendencies just as her.
As he read the prophecy of the family wasn't spoken but hinted at that the family head knew it.
Leo's small fingers curled into a fist, the book trembling slightly in his hands.It was as though a fog in his mind, but they weren't fully clear. His mother had never spoken of the prophet, only of the rebirth and the hope that came with it. He had been born to forgive, but are they redeemed?
A voice broke his concentration.[ "Leo, you shouldn't be here alone."]
He turned to see his mother standing in the doorway, her light blue hair flowing like water, her golden eyes full of concern.[ "The library holds many stories, Leo. Some of them are not for little ones to understand."]
Leo looked up at her, his gaze unwavering.[ "I just wanted to read mother, it's fun."]
Her expression softened, and she walked toward him. Kneeling down, she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.[ "You are young, Leo. The stories might hurt the heart to those who are weak."]
["But I'm bored alone in my room,"] Leo insisted, his voice firm despite his age.[ "I need to read and understand."]
His mother's golden eyes filled with a little sadness, and she gazed at him for a moment, as if searching for the right words. Finally, she sighed, her voice low.[ "In time, you will understand. The day you will go to the outside world, but for now you can hurt the innocent from the dragon's curse. You must learn, loneliness is the family's curse, Leo. The patience of man is the greatest weapon."]
Leo looked back at the book in his hands, the history of his grand daughter calling to him. But for the first time, he felt a glimmer of understanding. The world has a shadow that could not fully be explored, but it what was waiting for him—his power—that would shape his authority. He closed the book gently and placed it back on the shelf.
["Come, let us go to your room,"] his mother said softly, taking his hand.[ "There is much for you to learn, but there is also much for you to live."]
As they left the library, Leo's mind raced with thoughts of his grand daughter, will he meet her maybe cause of dragons being near immortal, and of what the future might hold. He didn't know what the prophecy is, but one thing was certain: his journey had only just begun.