The sky was painted in hues of crimson and gold as the twin moons rose above Eldoria's jagged peaks. In the bustling town of Varin, where life was mundane and predictable, a boy named Kai struggled to earn his daily bread.
"Kai, stop daydreaming and get those sacks to the mill!" barked the miller.
"Yes, sir!" Kai replied, hauling the heavy grain sacks despite his aching arms. He was used to being scolded. He was nobody—a nameless orphan in a town that didn't care.
But that night, everything changed.
As he returned to the orphanage, a strange pull led him into the forest. The air buzzed with energy, and a low rumble echoed through the trees. In a clearing bathed in moonlight, he saw it—a glowing stone embedded in the ground, pulsating with power.
Kai reached out, his fingers trembling.
The moment he touched it, a searing pain shot through his body. Visions of a great dragon, fierce battles, and ancient kingdoms flashed before his eyes.
"You are the Dragon Heir," a voice boomed in his mind.
And just like that, Kai's life was no longer ordinary.