misty morning
By goeun
On a misty morning, in the middle of a field in the sleepy rural village of Delan, fifteen-year-old Ian found something solid under his shovel. Dusting off the dirt, he found a black crystal ball with an unfamiliar inscription. In the next moment, a blue flame erupted before his eyes, and just before he lost consciousness, a low, deep voice whispered, "Wake up, heir. “Wake up, heir.”
Strange things happened in the village after that day. The sky turned red, and Ian heard piercing cries from the flames at night. Soon, imperial emissaries and black-cloaked wizards descended on the village, demanding the artifact, and one by one, the villagers who resisted fell. Ian fled. To survive, to find out what he was.
Over mountain ranges and through deserts, he found an old wise man in a rebel lair. "It's not just an artifact. It is the heart of a dragon king. Only when the sealed dragon's heir is awakened will the war be over." Ian didn't believe it. He was a peasant's son, he thought he had no right or reason to save the world. But the artifact was slowly changing his body and mind. Flames rose from his fingertips, and in his dreams, he saw giant silhouettes flying through the sky.
The empire and the magical forces clashed, and the battlefield was drenched in fire and blood. In the midst of it all, Ian unleashed the full power of the artifact. Black wings sprouted from his back, and his eyes glowed with the gold of a dragon. He became neither human nor dragon, slicing through the sky and spitting fire. Thousands of armies fell before him, and the war was over.
But after the victory, he mysteriously disappeared. The legends say he died, or returned to the dragon world, but the villagers know better. Ian has returned. With an old shovel over his shoulder, he tills the fields like he used to, and lives like a normal boy again. The dragon's flame has been extinguished, but Ian's eyes still glow with that deep fire, sometimes for just a moment.
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On a misty morning, in the middle of a field in the sleepy rural village of Delan, fifteen-year-old Ian found something solid under his shovel.
Dusting off the dirt, he found a black crystal ball with an unfamiliar inscription.
In the next moment, a blue flame erupted before his eyes, and just before he lost consciousness, a low, deep voice whispered, "Wake up, heir.
“Wake up, heir.”
Strange things happened in the village after that day.
The sky turned red, and Ian heard piercing cries from the flames at night.
Soon, imperial emissaries and black-cloaked wizards descended on the village, demanding the artifact, and one by one, the villagers who resisted fell.
Ian fled.
To survive, to find out what he was.
Over mountain ranges and through deserts, he found an old wise man in a rebel lair.
"It's not just an artifact.
It is the heart of a dragon king.
Only when the sealed dragon's heir is awakened will the war be over." Ian didn't believe it.
He was a peasant's son, he thought he had no right or reason to save the world.
But the artifact was slowly changing his body and mind.
Flames rose from his fingertips, and in his dreams, he saw giant silhouettes flying through the sky.
The empire and the magical forces clashed, and the battlefield was drenched in fire and blood.
In the midst of it all, Ian unleashed the full power of the artifact.
Black wings sprouted from his back, and his eyes glowed with the gold of a dragon.
He became neither human nor dragon, slicing through the sky and spitting fire.
Thousands of armies fell before him, and the war was over.
But after the victory, he mysteriously disappeared.
The legends say he died, or returned to the dragon world, but the villagers know better.
Ian has returned.
With an old shovel over his shoulder, he tills the fields like he used to, and lives like a normal boy again.
The dragon's flame has been extinguished, but Ian's eyes still glow with that deep fire, sometimes for just a moment.
