THE REBELLION
Long before the rise of kingdoms, before the first stone city touched the sky, and before humanity learned to write its own history, the world belonged to older forces.
Mountains breathed with ancient energy. Oceans whispered with hidden power. Storms carried voices older than time itself.
And above them all ruled the Ten Guardians of Earth.
They were not merely dragons. They were the living embodiment of the planet’s balance.
Ignivar, the Dragon of Fire, slept beneath the heart of the world’s volcanoes, controlling the molten fury of the earth.
Aqualis, the Dragon of Water, ruled the endless oceans, guiding tides and currents.
Zephyros, the Dragon of Wind, soared across the skies, shaping storms and calming tempests.
Terradon, the Dragon of Earth, moved silently beneath mountains and valleys, strengthening the bones of the planet.
Voltaris, the Dragon of Lightning, danced within thunderclouds, wielding the violent energy of storms.
Sylvara, the Dragon of Nature, the oldest among them, nurtured forests, rivers, and the endless cycle of life.
Glaciera, the Dragon of Ice, ruled the frozen north and the ancient glaciers that remembered the birth of the world.
Luminara, the Dragon of Light, guarded hope and truth, her wings shining brighter than the sun.
Chronyros, the Dragon of Time, watched over the flow of ages, ensuring the world moved forward as destiny demanded.
And then there was the tenth.
Vorthyx.
The Dragon of Shadow.
Where Luminara brought illumination, Vorthyx commanded darkness. His power allowed him to move unseen through every corner of the world.
For thousands of years, the dragons fulfilled their duty.
They shaped the planet in silence.
They allowed humanity to grow.
At first, humans lived in harmony with nature. They respected rivers, feared mountains, and worshipped the sky.
The dragons watched them with quiet curiosity.
But centuries passed.
Humanity changed.
Forests were cut down to build kingdoms.
Rivers became polluted with waste.
Wars burned across continents.
Blood stained the lands the dragons had protected for millennia.
Among the ten guardians, one dragon watched these changes more closely than the others.
Vorthyx.
High above the world, hidden inside a mountain cave carved from black crystal, Vorthyx stared down at the flickering lights of a distant human kingdom.
Fire burned across the city.
Armies clashed in the streets.
Screams echoed into the night.
Vorthyx’s crimson eyes narrowed.
“They destroy everything we protect,” he growled.
Behind him, a calm voice answered.
“They are still young.”
The cave slowly brightened as Luminara, the Dragon of Light, stepped forward. Her scales glowed like sunlight reflecting off gold.
“They will learn,” she said softly.
Vorthyx turned toward her, shadows curling around his wings like living smoke.
“Learn?” he repeated coldly.
Outside, thunder rumbled.
“How many centuries must pass before they learn? How many forests must burn? How many rivers must die?”
Luminara remained calm.
“They will change.”
But Vorthyx’s anger only grew.
“They are a disease.”
The words echoed across the cavern.
For a moment, even the wind outside seemed to stop.
Then another voice entered the chamber.
Deep. Ancient.
Sylvara.
The Dragon of Nature slowly emerged from the shadows of the cave entrance, vines and leaves growing along her emerald scales.
“Careful, Vorthyx,” she warned.
“The world was not created for dragons alone.”
Vorthyx’s tail struck the stone floor with a loud c***k.
“We were created to protect this planet,” he snapped.
Sylvara’s golden eyes studied him carefully.
“And protection does not mean destruction.”
Vorthyx laughed bitterly.
“Look at them,” he said, pointing toward the distant burning city.
“They destroy the forests you grow. They poison the waters Aqualis guards. They scar the mountains Terradon protects.”
He stepped closer to Sylvara.
“And you still defend them?”
Sylvara’s voice remained steady.
“Because they are capable of greatness.”
But Vorthyx’s patience had reached its end.
“No,” he said quietly.
“They are capable only of ruin.”
Darkness began spreading across the cave walls.
The shadows around Vorthyx thickened.
Luminara immediately sensed the danger.
“Vorthyx,” she said firmly, “stop.”
But he no longer listened.
“For thousands of years we have protected them,” he growled.
“And what do we receive in return?”
The cave trembled.
“Nothing but destruction.”
The shadows suddenly exploded outward, filling the cavern like a living storm.
Sylvara stepped forward.
“You are letting hatred control you.”
“No,” Vorthyx replied.
“I am seeing the truth.”
He turned away from them and walked deeper into the mountain.
Toward something ancient.
Toward something forbidden.
Deep beneath the mountain rested a hidden chamber known only to the Ten Guardians.
The Ancient Core.
It was the heart of the dragons’ power.
A massive sphere of glowing energy floated in the center of the chamber, radiating the combined force of the earth’s elements.
Fire swirled within it.
Water flowed through it.
Lightning flashed across its surface.
It was the energy that connected the dragons to the world itself.
No dragon was ever meant to touch it alone.
But Vorthyx had already made his decision.
Behind him, Luminara and Sylvara rushed into the chamber.
“Vorthyx, stop!” Luminara shouted.
But the Dragon of Shadow had already spread his wings.
Dark energy wrapped around his body.
“If the world must be saved,” he said coldly,
“then humanity must end.”
Before the other dragons could stop him, Vorthyx plunged his claws into the Ancient Core.
The chamber erupted with blinding light.
Energy exploded outward in every direction.
The mountain shook violently.
Across the planet, storms erupted.
Volcanoes roared.
Oceans rose.
Forests trembled.
The balance of the world had been broken.
Inside the chamber, cracks formed across the surface of the Ancient Core.
Pieces of glowing energy shattered and scattered across the world like falling stars.
Luminara cried out in horror.
“The core is breaking!”
Sylvara felt the life of the planet weakening around her.
“Vorthyx… what have you done?”
But when the light finally faded, the Dragon of Shadow was already gone.
The chamber fell silent.
The Ancient Core, once perfect and whole, now floated in shattered fragments.
The power that sustained the world had been scattered across distant lands.
Mountains.
Oceans.
Temples.
Ruins.
Hidden places no dragon could easily reach.
Sylvara slowly lowered her head.
“The balance is broken.”
Luminara stared at the shattered core.
“And Vorthyx now holds power that was never meant for a single dragon.”
Outside the mountain, the sky darkened.
Thunder rolled endlessly across the horizon.
For the first time since the world was created…
The dragons had failed.
Sylvara turned toward the distant horizon where darkness slowly spread across the land.
“Then we must restore what was lost,” she said.
“But we cannot do it alone.”
Luminara’s wings glowed faintly.
“You are thinking of them.”
Sylvara nodded.
“Yes.”
For the first time in history…
The dragons would need humanity.
And far away, hidden within the deepest shadows of the world, Vorthyx watched the storms he had created.
A slow smile spread across the Dragon of Shadow’s face.
“The age of humans is ending,” he whispered.
“And the age of dragons… begins again.”
But even Vorthyx did not yet know the terrible truth.
His rebellion had awakened something older than the dragons themselves.
Something that had slept beneath the earth for millions of years.
And now…
It was beginning to wake.
> Written solely out of fantasy with no attachment to any record whatsoever.
*Author's name is HER ROYAL MAJESTY.*
