King Saul, known as "The Black Dragon," ruled with strength and wisdom. His piercing blue eyes and rugged gray hair and beard commanded respect. Despite being in his forties, he looked every bit a warrior, hardened by countless battles. At seven feet tall, King Saul towered over his subjects, his muscular build and sharp features adding to his imposing presence.
A dire prophecy compelled him to embark on a perilous journey with 299 of his kingdom's strongest warriors, including Watford, the legendary strongest man in the world. Watford's unmatched prowess and unwavering loyalty made him King Saul's most trusted companion.
"The downfall of Banglader is but a harbinger," the prophecy warned. "The darkness that consumed Banglader shall spread, engulfing the entire world."
The mysterious demise of Banglader 300 years ago—when all its inhabitants perished overnight—remained unsolved. Determined to prevent a similar catastrophe, King Saul led his expedition to Banglader's ruins.
The Banglader landscape was dry and barren. Rocks jutted out of the ground like broken bones. The sky was a deep, foreboding grey. The air was silent and eerie, like the land was waiting for something to happen.
The barren landscape eventually revealed a hidden cave, sealed with ancient magic. Cryptic writings etched into the cave walls foretold:
"The Shadow descends, darkness spreads,"
"Worlds collide, realms shatter,"
"The Devourer comes, none shall remain,"
"The Necromancer's wrath leaves no prisoners,"
"I am the last of my kind."
"Everyone has been killed. I have been here for over forty years. I will die soon. If you are seeing this, prepare for war. The Necromancer is coming back."
King Saul's warriors exchanged uneasy glances as the weight of the prophecy sank in.
Meanwhile, back in the Dragon Kingdom, Queen Amelia, known as "The Ice Lord" and King Saul's wife, gave birth to their second child. Their firstborn, Lancelot, nine years old "The Blue Dragon," was a peerless genius admired throughout the land.
The palace room was dark and cold. Candles flickered, casting spooky shadows. The air was heavy with silence, broken only by Queen Amelia's labored breathing. The stone floors seemed to absorb the light, making the room feel gloomy.
After hours of labor, Queen Amelia gave birth to a boy. Despite her exhaustion, she stood immediately, aware of the urgency of the sacred Okpus test.
"The Okpus test is sacred and perilous," the tester explained. "Any child without dragon divinity will perish in the blood. But if the child possesses the divine spark, the blood will illuminate their true nature."
The tester gently placed the newborn into a crystal basin filled with sacred blood. A brilliant golden light burst forth, radiating upwards.
"A golden light shines!" the tester exclaimed. "The child is the Gold Dragon!"
Queen Amelia's eyes widened in awe. "This is unprecedented. What does it mean?" she asked.
A wise old scholar stepped forward. "Azrok once predicted this possibility, though he believed the chances of a benevolent dragon emerging were infinitesimally slim."
Azrok's Predictions: The Scholar Beyond Time
The name Azrok was whispered with reverence and awe, even millions of years after his time. A scholar unparalleled in intellect, Azrok was said to have lived in an era long before the rise of modern kingdoms, in a world where knowledge itself was a form of power.
His groundbreaking discoveries bridged the mysteries of the past and the uncertainties of the future. Through his mastery of genetics and evolutionary theory—concepts millennia ahead of their time—Azrok unraveled the secrets of dragons, the most ancient and powerful of creatures.
Azrok's brilliance lay not just in studying the present but in using the past as a key to unlocking the future. He analyzed the traits, lineages, and adaptations of dragons that had existed over eons. His work was meticulous, tracing even the faintest echoes of forgotten dragons—those whose stories had faded from memory or were never recorded in history at all.
In his seminal work, The Codex of Eternity, Azrok chronicled every known dragon and predicted those yet to be born. His writings detailed their traits, abilities, and the immense powers they would wield. He was the first to predict the rise of the Green Dragon, whose dominion over nature would be unparalleled. Decades later, the prophecy came true. The Green Dragon's emergence was a testament to Azrok's genius, as its abilities—mastery over life and nature—aligned perfectly with his predictions.
Then came Azrok's most controversial and foreboding revelation: the Gold Dragon. In a chapter ominously titled The Calamity of Light, Azrok outlined the potential emergence of a dragon so extraordinary, so incomprehensibly powerful, that it would surpass all others in strength. "Though the likelihood is infinitesimally slim," Azrok wrote, "a Gold Dragon may one day be born. Should this come to pass, it will possess powers unmatched by any dragon, past or future. Its existence will signify a catastrophic shift in the balance of the world. This dragon, forged by the culmination of evolution and divinity, will bear within it both salvation and destruction."
Azrok based this dire prediction on his studies of genetics and evolution. He theorized that dragonkind, though nearing the peak of their power, still had untapped potential lying dormant in their bloodlines. The Gold Dragon, he argued, would be the result of a perfect convergence of these traits—a being shaped by countless generations of adaptation and refinement.
But Azrok's warning was clear: "The Gold Dragon, while a marvel of creation, will not be a herald of peace. It will embody both power and calamity, a being whose very existence could unmake the world. Its light will illuminate the shadows of destruction."
The Gold Dragon's Emergence
Now, centuries after Azrok's death, his predictions were becoming a chilling reality. Queen Amelia, the Ice Lord herself, stood frozen as the sacred golden light burst from the Okpus test, proclaiming her newborn son as the Gold Dragon.
"Azrok foretold this," whispered the elderly scholar, stepping forward with trembling hands. His voice was laced with both awe and fear. "His writings spoke of a dragon so powerful that its existence would change the course of history. And now, it is here."
The room fell silent as the weight of Azrok's prophecy sank in. For all its brilliance, the golden light seemed to carry an undertone of foreboding, as if the very walls trembled at its presence.
"The Gold Dragon…" Queen Amelia's voice faltered. "What does it mean for the world?"
"It means," the scholar replied gravely, "that the balance of power has been shattered. No dragon, past or future, can rival the strength of your son. But with that strength comes an inevitable truth—he will bring both unparalleled power and unimaginable disaster."
The room's air grew heavy with the unspoken implications of the prophecy. Amelia's heart ached as she looked at her son. He was beautiful, fragile, and yet destined to become a force the world had never seen.
The Leech Kingdom's Ambition
In the shadows of the world, in the Leech Kingdom—a dark and formidable empire known for its mastery of darkness divinity—rumblings of unrest began. The Leech King, a cold and calculating ruler, gazed into the Hall of Prophecy, where images of the future flickered like eerie flames.
His long hair, a symbol of his royal lineage, framed his angular face as he witnessed the rise of a new prophecy.
The prophecy states that "The Gold dragon possesses a Calamity heart"
"The Gold Dragon…" he mused, his voice laced with both ambition and fear. "Azrok was right. The emergence of this dragon will alter the very fabric of power."
Azrok's prediction made no mention of the Calamity Heart itself, a separate and even more dangerous element. The prophecy hall master interpreted the prophecy:
"The Gold Dragon shall be born, its light brighter than the sun. The one who possesses the Gold Dragon shall hold dominion over all."
This Calamity Heart, different from Azrok's predictions, was a new and terrifying force. It would amplify the world suffering with minimal effort but also bring devastation on an unimaginable scale. The combination of the Gold Dragon and the Calamity Heart was a force the world had never witnessed—a being capable of bringing either salvation or annihilation.
His hands clenched into fists as he stared at the images in the Hall. "Only three beings with calamity hearts have ever been recorded in history, and none were human. Those who wielded such power could erase entire worlds. If Amelia's child of the Dragon Kingdom is indeed the Gold Dragon…"
The Leech King's eyes gleamed with malicious intent. "Then he must be destroyed before he becomes a threat. But we cannot strike now, while the dragons hold sway over the balance. We must find allies—seize the moment of weakness."
My spies told me that Saul and Watford "the strongest man in the world" are on a quest with 298 of their most powerful generals. Said that prophecy hall master.
As the King of Leech heard the news that King Saul and Watford were absent, along with many of their strong generals, a sly smile spread across his face. "This is the perfect time to attack," he exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
He ordered his subjects to open the underground vault, and as the doors creaked open, he descended into the darkness. The air grew thick with the scent of damp earth, and the only sound was the soft rustling of unknown creatures.
As he made his way deeper into the vault, the King of Leech encountered a young boy seated on a throne. Despite appearing only eight years old, the boy's piercing gaze seemed to bore into the king's very soul. His black hair was neatly combed, and his small face was set in a serious expression, belied only by the hint of a cruel smile playing on his lips.
The boy's attire was simple yet elegant, with a brown cloak draped over his shoulders, adorned with intricate patterns that seemed to shimmer in the faint light. An aura of dark energy emanated from his body, like a malevolent flame that seemed to dance in the shadows.
The King of Leech knelt before the boy, his voice trembling slightly as he relayed the news of the prophecy and King Saul's absence. The boy listened intently, his eyes never leaving the king's face.
When the king finished speaking, the boy's low, melodious voice sent shivers down the king's spine. "You must attack now," the boy commanded, his tone devoid of emotion. "The child born with the prophecy is a potential threat to our plans. You must eliminate him."
The King of Leech nodded hastily, eager to please the mysterious boy. "Yes, my lord," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
The boy's gaze seemed to bore into the king's very soul before he spoke again. "I will send two of my servants to aid you. They will operate in the shadows, ensuring that our involvement remains undetected."
As the boy spoke, two figures emerged from the darkness, their bodies shrouded in an aura of malevolent energy. They knelt before the boy, their voices like whispers on the wind. "Yes, my lord."
The King of Leech's eyes widened in awe as he beheld the two servants, Flora and Ragnarok. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized that these two beings were but a mere fraction of the boy's true power.
The boy's voice cut through the silence once more. "Remember, you must not fail. The fate of our plans hangs in the balance."
As the King of Leech nodded and backed away, he couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. He knew that he was merely a pawn in a much larger game, one that would determine the fate of the world.