BOUND BY A MORTAL FLAME

THE LEGEND AND THE STADRAGON STONE

Written By:

Authoress Racheal❤️

*Chapter 1: 🏇The Legend and The Stadragon Stone🏇*

Part I: 🔥The Flame Power🔥

In the beginning, when the world was still one, it was ruled by The Almighty. No one had ever seen His face. They only heard His voice, and all obeyed. His words shaped mountains, split oceans, and set the stars in their courses. To disobey was not possible, for disobedience meant unmaking.

In those days, people were born with flame. Not the fire of torches or forges, but fire from the soul. The color of that flame decided who you were, what group you belonged to, and how far your power could reach. Flame was identity, rank, and destiny all at once.

*The Purple 🟣 – The Devil’s Flame*

The rarest and most feared. When a purple flame awakened, it did not burn like ordinary fire. It coiled from the body like thick smoke, cold as shadow, and it ate light rather than giving it. Those who bore purple flames were called dangerous, wicked, unstoppable. Few ever awakened it, and those who did were whispered about in fear for generations.

To awaken purple flame, one had to survive the *Seven Tribulations of Life*:

1. *Love* – To love and be left bare before it.

2. *Betrayal* – To have trust shattered by the hand you trusted most.

3. *Loneliness* – To walk so long in silence that your own voice sounds foreign.

4. *Failure* – To fall so hard that standing feels impossible.

5. *Regret* – To carry a choice that stains every day after.

6. *Loss* – To have what you hold most dear torn away.

7. *Illness and Pain* – To suffer until pain itself becomes a second skin.

If a soul endured all seven without breaking, then came the final test: *The Heavenly Light*. Thunder sent from the heavens, sharp as judgment. Few bodies could endure it. The flesh burned, the bones cracked, and the soul was tested. Those who lived were marked forever.

When they survived, their Beast awakened. A spirit bound to their flame. The mightiest of all beasts was the *Dragon 🐉*. When a Dragon awakened, its shadow moved through purple smoke, and the sky itself dimmed. To see a Dragon Lord was to see death walking.

*The Blue 🔵 – The Immortal’s Flame*

The second greatest power. When called, blue flame rose from the skin, clear as sky and steady as water. It did not consume, it protected. It was the flame of guardians, healers, and leaders. Almost half of the world’s people bore blue flames, and it was the easiest to awaken through years of cultivation and training.

Those marked by blue bore the sign of a *Star ⭐* that blazed upon their forehead. There were seven stars, each with different gifts:

- *Sirius*: The strongest. Its blue-white flame burned like a frozen star. Called “The Dog Star.” Those who bore it could run faster than wind and strike before the eye could follow.

- *Canopus*: The second. Its flame allowed one to possess others and glimpse the past or future through swirling blue smoke. But to look too long into time was to lose oneself.

- *Alpha Centauri*: The closest to the sun. Holders could control sunlight and day, read minds, and bewitch others with golden-blue fire. Their flame grew brightest under the sun but dimmed at night under the moon 🌙.

- *Arcturus*: Blue-red flame. Called “The Guardian of the Bear,” for they could command all beasts and birds through plumes of fire and smoke. Even the fiercest creatures would kneel before them.

- *Vega*: The North Star. Their flame was icy blue, able to freeze air itself. They grew strongest in winter ☃️, when their breath could turn rivers to glass.

- *Capella*: Four flames burning as one. Known as “Angels of Fate,” for their smoke could read the threads of destiny. They saw paths others could not.

- *Rigel*: The weakest of the blue flames. They carried a long staff that did not burn at all—until the day it did. Until the staff awoke, one with Rigel’s power remained weak. So till this day, Rigel’s power has never been discovered. Some say it sleeps, waiting for the world’s end.

*The White 🐻‍❄️ or Gray 🩶 – The Mortal Flame*

The powerless. No flame rose from them. Their bodies were cold, their hands empty. When they fought, they trained with spear, blade, sword, bow 🏹, and knife, drawing strength from the sun ☀️ and from discipline alone. They could not burn, but they could endure.

The blue flames, the Immortals, were sworn to protect them at all costs. For without the Mortals, there would be no world left to guard. The Mortals farmed the land, built the cities, and carried on when flame failed. They were called Humans, and they were the heart of the world.

Three stood above all others:

- *Lee Gu*, the Dragon Lord of the Purple Flame.

- *Ghao Chang*, the Immortal Lord of the Blue Flame.

- *Yu Long*, the Emperor of the White and Gray, who fought without flame but whose blade had never been broken.

Together, the three forged a relic beyond imagining: the *Stadragon Stone 🪨*. A stone so ancient it predated memory. It had the power to merge all three flames into one. Whoever fully claimed it would blaze with *violet fire*: purple, blue, and white burning as one, smoke rising like the dawn. To hold it was to hold the world in your palm.

For a time, there was peace.