(West — Dravareth Empire)
Emperor Kaelthar Morvalis placed the invitation letter on the table and turned his gaze to the man standing beside him—his son, the Crown Prince of Dravareth.
“Son,” Kaelthar said calmly, “we have received an invitation to the birthday celebration of the Emperor of Velmoria.”
Prince Velco Morvalis took the letter into his hands. As he read it, a slow smile spread across his lips. “I will go, Father.”
Kaelthar studied him carefully. “You already know what you must do there, don’t you?”
Velco’s smile turned wicked. “Yes, Father. I will find the marble and release the Dragon King, Zeradros.”
Kaelthar smiled in satisfaction. “Very well. Do not disappoint me, Velco.”
“I won’t,” Velco replied confidently. “I will do whatever it takes to release the Dragon King.”
He bowed respectfully. “Then, Father, I should prepare to leave for Velmoria.”
“Very well,” Kaelthar said.
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Hundreds of years ago, there lived an ancient dragon— a dragon said to possess the power to grant any wish. He was known as the Dragon King, .
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But every wish demanded a price.
In exchange, a living life had to be sacrificed.
Greed consumed the world. Powerful men and women made wishes, offering innocent lives as payment. Cities burned, blood stained the land, and chaos spread without mercy.
Unable to bear the madness any longer, the ruler of Velmoria, , stepped forward.
He stood before the Dragon King—before the massive creature with black scales and piercing blue eyes.
“Dragon King Zeradros,” Aldric declared, his voice steady despite the fear in his chest. “I, Aldric Therald, ruler of Velmoria, wish to make a wish.”
Zeradros lowered his massive head, his gaze sharp and ancient.
“What is it that you desire?”
Aldric took a breath.
“I wish for you to turn yourself into a marble and come to my kingdom. My bloodline—the House of Therald—will protect you. Only one of my blood may ever release you again.”
He clenched his fist.
“In return, I offer my life.”
The dragon studied him silently.
“You would sacrifice your own life. Why?” Zeradros said slowly, “What will you gain from this?"
Aldric met the dragon’s eyes without hesitation.“I gain nothing. All I wish is to protect the innocent.”
Zeradros let out a low, rumbling breath. “You are remarkable… yet na?ve. Can you truly trust your bloodline? Greed is born even in noble hearts. One day, they may release me for selfish desires.”
“Then place a upon them,” King Aldric replied firmly.
“If any of my blood releases you for greed, let them suffer the consequences.”
Silence fell.
“At last,” Zeradros said. “Very well.”
“And for such a great sacrifice, I shall grant your bloodline a gift.”
The dragon roared, shaking the heavens. From the shadows emerged three great wolves—, , and .
“These three shall serve your descendants,” Zeradros declared.
“No magic, no matter how powerful, shall affect your bloodline. They will be strong… undefeatable.”
King Aldric bowed deeply.
“Thank you, Dragon King, for protecting my descendants.”
“Then,” Zeradros said, his voice echoing like thunder,
“your wish shall be granted.”
And so the pact between King Aldric Therald and Zeradros was sealed.The Dragon King became marble. The king gave his life. And though history remembered the sacrifice…only the blood of Therald knew the true conditions of the pact.
