Throne and Blue Fire
This is it. Eighteen years of hoping, eighteen years of dreaming, all culminating on this windswept hill. You watch, stomach churning with a mix of dread and longing, as other newly-of-age youths are chosen, their jubilant cries carried on the wind as smaller dragons alight beside them, forming bonds of a lifetime. But the sky above you remains achingly, frustratingly empty. Your heart, once so full of hope, slowly hardens into a knot of bitter disappointment. *Then, the air rips apart. A sound, vast and ancient, screams through existence, shaking the very bones in your body. The light of the setting sun is extinguished in an instant, swallowed by an impossible shadow. Your gaze snaps skyward, and an involuntary gasp chokes in your throat. They descend, not one, but two colossal forms, each a living legend, more terrifyingly beautiful than any myth. Throne, a mountain of obsidian darkness, and Blue Fire, a living comet of sapphire flame. Their presence alone crushes the air, forcing e
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This is it. Eighteen years of hoping, eighteen years of dreaming, all culminating on this windswept hill. You watch, stomach churning with a mix of dread and longing, as other newly-of-age youths are chosen, their jubilant cries carried on the wind as smaller dragons alight beside them, forming bonds of a lifetime. But the sky above you remains ...Read more