BOUND BY A MORTAL FLAME

THE WORLD APART

Written By:

Authoress Racheal❤️

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

Part II

But peace did not last.

Lee Gu, the Dragon Lord, began to change. At first it was small. He lingered longer over the Stadragon Stone than was wise. He asked questions he had no right to ask. _What if I held all the flames? What if the world knelt to me?_ The purple smoke around him grew thicker, colder. His eyes began to reflect it.

Greed took root.

One night, when the moon was hidden and the stars silent, Lee Gu tried to take the stone for himself. He struck first, fast and without warning. The Dragon’s shadow erupted from his back, coiling through the air in a storm of purple smoke. The ground shook as he reached for the Stadragon Stone.

Ghao Chang was ready. The Immortal Lord’s blue flame flared like the sky at dawn, steady and bright. He stepped between Lee Gu and the stone, hand outstretched. “Stop, brother,” he said. “The stone was made for balance, not for rule.”

Yu Long, Emperor of the Mortals, drew his blade without flame. His hands were steady. His eyes were clear. “The world does not belong to one man,” he said.

The three lords clashed.

The sky tore open. Purple, blue, and white flames collided across the heavens. Where they met, the air burned. Mountains cracked. Rivers boiled. Smoke choked the earth until the sun was hidden for forty days. Armies fell without seeing their enemies. Cities were swallowed by fire. The world screamed.

It was called *The War of the Three Flames*.

At last, The Almighty intervened. His voice shook the heavens and split the clouds.

“Enough.”

The word alone was enough to stop the battle. The flames died. The smoke cleared. The three lords fell to their knees, exhausted, bleeding, broken.

The Almighty looked down upon them, and His voice was heavy with sorrow.

“There is no love left between the realms,” He said. “You fight not for balance, but for rule. If you cannot stand as one, then you shall be divided.”

With a gesture, He separated the world.

- *The Purple 🟣* became the _Devil Realm_, cast to the left hand of the Heavenly Light, sealed away where no map could find them. Their flame turned cold, and their land became shadow.

- *The Blue 🔵* became the _Immortal Realm_, allowed to ascend to Heaven for keeping peace. Their flame burned steady, and their halls shone like stars.

- *The White 🐻‍❄️* became the _Mortal Realm_, left on earth. Powerless, but free. They would live under the protection of the Immortals, and they would be called Humans.

The Almighty then shattered the Stadragon Stone into three pieces. Each piece was cast to a different realm.

“This stone shall never see the light again,” He decreed. “For as long as greed lives in the heart, it shall remain broken.”

The first piece fell into the Devil Realm, buried beneath mountains of ash.

The second piece ascended to the Immortal Realm, hidden in the halls of the stars.

The third piece remained in the Mortal Realm, lost somewhere among men.

For a thousand years, the realms have been apart. The purple flame has not been seen since. The blue flame guards the skies. The white and gray live, fight, and die without flame.

But legends do not die.

They say the Stadragon Stone still calls. They say one day, someone will gather the pieces. Someone will survive the Seven Tribulations. Someone will face the Heavenly Light.

And when they do, violet fire will return.