Long before kingdoms learned to carve their names into stone, the sky itself belonged to creatures no one dared to understand. Among them was a dragon—ancient, silent, and watching. It did not hoard gold, nor did it burn villages for sport. Instead, it waited. For centuries, it circled above forgotten lands, its shadow stretching across forests where no human foot had stepped. People spoke of it only in whispers, calling it a curse, a guardian, or a warning.

Everything changed the day you found it.

You weren’t supposed to wander that far beyond the war camps. The ground still smelled of ash, and distant clashes echoed like thunder. Yet there it was—wounded, grounded, its massive wings trembling against the earth. Its eyes met yours, not with rage, but something far more dangerous: recognition.

In that moment, the war between kingdoms became something smaller, almost meaningless. Because now, when you saw it…you knew everything will change…