HUMAN COMPANIONS ON THE MISSION
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The world had begun to change.
The skies were darker than they had ever been. Storms lingered longer over the oceans, winds tore through forests, and strange tremors shook the mountains. Rivers that once flowed peacefully had begun to flood villages, while other lands suffered drought so severe the soil cracked like broken stone.
Humans believed the gods were angry.
They did not know the truth.
High above the clouds, nine dragons gathered upon a hidden island that did not appear on any map. The place was ancient, older than human memory. At its center stood a circle of towering stone pillars carved with glowing symbols of the elements.
But today, the dragons did not stand in their true forms.
Instead, nine human figures stood within the circle.
They looked ordinary to any wandering traveler, but the air around them hummed with immense power.
A tall woman with long emerald hair stood at the center. Her eyes carried a deep golden glow.
She was Sylvara, the Dragon of Nature.
Even in human form, vines gently curled along her wrists, and the wind seemed to listen whenever she spoke.
“We are running out of time,” she said quietly.
Nearby stood a broad-shouldered man with fiery red hair and eyes that glowed like embers. His presence alone warmed the cold morning air.
Ignivar, Dragon of Fire.
“The volcanoes are waking,” he said. “Something is stirring beneath the earth.”
A calm woman with silver-blue hair folded her arms.
Aqualis, Dragon of Water.
“The oceans are becoming unstable. Tides are shifting unpredictably.”
Lightning crackled softly around the fingers of a young man leaning against one of the pillars.
Voltaris, Dragon of Lightning.
“All of this is Vorthyx’s doing,” he said.
At the edge of the circle stood a quiet man dressed in white robes. Light seemed to bend around him like a halo.
Luminara, Dragon of Light.
“He fractured the Ancient Core,” Luminara said. “The world cannot remain stable without it.”
Another figure stepped forward.
A tall man with pale blue hair and frost slowly forming on the ground beneath his feet.
Glaciera, Dragon of Ice.
“Then we retrieve the fragments.”
Sylvara slowly shook her head.
“It will not be that simple.”
She raised her hand, and glowing vines appeared in the air, forming a map of the world.
Small fragments of golden light were scattered across continents and oceans.
“The pieces of the Ancient Core have fallen into places too dangerous for us to reach freely,” she explained.
“Volcanic depths, ancient ruins, forgotten temples… even the deepest oceans.”
Terradon, a large man with stone-like skin, crossed his arms.
“We have traveled the world for thousands of years. What could stop us now?”
Sylvara’s voice became quieter.
“Humans.”
The group fell silent.
Zephyros, the Dragon of Wind, who appeared as a slim young man with white hair flowing like air itself, frowned.
“You think humans would help us?”
“They might try to capture us instead,” Voltaris added.
Sylvara turned to face them.
“That is why we will not appear to them as dragons.”
She gestured toward their human forms.
“We will walk among them.”
Ignivar raised an eyebrow.
“And what exactly do you propose?”
Sylvara’s golden eyes glowed softly.
“We choose champions.”
Luminara nodded slowly.
“Humans whose spirits are strong enough to bond with ours.”
The dragons understood what she meant.
A sacred bond.
An ancient connection between dragon and human that had not been used in thousands of years.
It would allow the humans to share their dragons’ power.
And allow the dragons to move freely within the human world.
Aqualis looked uncertain.
“And if we choose wrong?”
Sylvara looked toward the distant horizon.
“Then the world will fall anyway.”
Far away from the dragons’ hidden island, in a quiet valley surrounded by mountains, a small human village struggled against the growing chaos of the world.
This village was called Eldermere.
The people here lived simple lives—farmers, hunters, blacksmiths.
But lately, life had become difficult.
The river that once fed their crops had begun drying up.
Strange creatures had been spotted in the forest.
And storms had become unpredictable.
Among the villagers was a young man named Kael.
Kael was not a warrior.
He was not a noble.
He was simply the son of a blacksmith.
But there was something unusual about him.
Kael never feared the forest.
While others stayed away from the deeper woods, Kael often wandered through them, feeling strangely at peace beneath the ancient trees.
On this particular evening, Kael carried a small lantern as he walked along a narrow path into the forest.
The sun had already set.
But something strange had caught his attention earlier that day.
A light.
Deep within the woods.
At first he thought it was lightning.
But the sky had been clear.
Now he searched for its source.
The forest was silent.
Too silent.
Even the insects had stopped chirping.
Kael tightened his grip on the lantern.
“Hello?” he called.
No answer.
But then—
A faint glow appeared between the trees.
Soft.
Golden.
Curious, Kael stepped closer.
The glow grew brighter.
And suddenly, he stepped into a small clearing.
At the center stood a woman.
She wore a simple green cloak, but the air around her shimmered softly.
Her long emerald hair moved gently as though touched by an invisible breeze.
Kael froze.
Something about her felt… impossible.
“Who are you?” he asked cautiously.
The woman turned slowly.
Her golden eyes met his.
And Kael felt as though the entire forest had suddenly come alive.
“My name,” she said softly,
“is Sylvara.”
Kael blinked.
“You’re not from the village.”
“No.”
She studied him carefully.
“You are Kael.”
He stiffened.
“How do you know my name?”
Sylvara smiled gently.
“I know many things.”
Kael felt both nervous and strangely calm.
“Why are you here?”
For a moment, Sylvara said nothing.
Then she stepped closer.
The trees around them rustled softly.
As if greeting her.
“I am here,” she said,
“because the world is in danger.”
Kael laughed nervously.
“You sound like the old storytellers.”
“Do you believe in dragons, Kael?”
The question caught him off guard.
“Dragons?” he repeated.
“Those are just legends.”
Sylvara’s golden eyes glowed brighter.
“Are they?”
Suddenly the ground beneath them trembled.
Roots burst through the soil.
Leaves swirled through the air.
Kael stumbled backward in shock.
The woman before him was glowing.
Her body surrounded by swirling green energy.
And behind her…
For just a brief moment…
Kael saw the enormous shadow of wings stretching across the trees.
His eyes widened.
“You’re—”
Sylvara’s voice echoed with ancient power.
“Yes.”
The forest bowed around her.
“I am one of the guardians of this world.”
Kael could barely breathe.
“A dragon…”
Sylvara stepped forward.
“But tonight, Kael… I stand before you as something else.”
She extended her hand.
“I stand before you as a partner.”
Kael stared at her hand.
“What do you mean?”
Sylvara’s voice became serious.
“The world is breaking. A dragon named Vorthyx has shattered the ancient power that keeps the planet in balance.”
Kael tried to understand.
“You want me to… help stop a dragon?”
Sylvara smiled slightly.
“I want you to help save the world.”
Kael stared at her for several long seconds.
Then he laughed.
“This is insane.”
But the forest around them suddenly grew darker.
In the distance, something moved between the trees.
Something unnatural.
Something with glowing red eyes.
Sylvara’s expression changed.
“They have found us already.”
Kael felt a chill run down his spine.
“What has?”
Sylvara’s golden eyes turned toward the darkness.
“Vorthyx’s creatures.”
The forest suddenly erupted with monstrous growls.
Shadowy beasts crawled from the trees.
Their bodies twisted and unnatural.
Kael stepped back in terror.
“What are those things?!”
Sylvara looked at him one last time.
“This is why I need your help.”
She extended her glowing hand again.
“Choose quickly, Kael.”
The creatures rushed toward them.
“Bond with me…”
Her voice thundered with ancient power.
“…and become the first Human Champion.”
> This book is solely written based on fantasy with no attachment to any thing whatsoever
- Writer
