dawn of the dragon chapter 1

Olvin

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29-01-2025

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The wind howled a mournful song across the Obsidian Peaks, a chilling counterpoint to the crackling fire in the hearth of Elder Rowan’s dwelling. Snow, driven by the relentless gale, plastered itself against the thick stone walls, further isolating the small village nestled precariously at the mountain's base. Inside, huddled around the warmth, sat Elara, her gaze fixed on the swirling embers. Tonight, she wasn't just battling the cold; she was battling a premonition, a chilling whisper that gnawed at her heart.

A Legacy Forged in Fire

Elara, barely sixteen summers old, was no ordinary villager. She carried the blood of the Dragon Riders, a lineage whispered about in hushed tones, a legacy both revered and feared. For generations, her family had guarded the ancient secrets of the Obsidian Peaks, secrets bound to the very mountains themselves – secrets of a power both magnificent and terrifying. Her grandmother, the late Elder Lyra, had instilled in her a deep understanding of this heritage, a responsibility that felt heavier than the mountain itself.

The Obsidian Prophecy

Tonight, the weight of that responsibility was crushing. A recurring dream, vivid and unsettling, plagued her sleep. She saw a dragon, scales the color of midnight, its eyes burning with an infernal light. It soared above the Obsidian Peaks, its shadow eclipsing the village, a shadow imbued with both destruction and… hope. This was no mere dream; it was a reflection of the ancient Obsidian Prophecy, a prophecy foretelling the return of the dragons and the destiny of the Dragon Riders.

The Messenger Arrives

A sudden, sharp rap echoed through the dwelling, shattering the tense silence. Elder Rowan, his face etched with worry lines as deep as the canyons surrounding the village, rose to answer. A messenger, his cloak heavy with snow, stood shivering on the threshold, his breath misting in the frigid air. He delivered a message – a cryptic warning scrawled on aged parchment, its ink threatening to bleed into the snow that clung to it.

The Shadow Falls

The message spoke of a looming darkness, a shadow spreading across the land, its tendrils reaching even to their isolated village. It spoke of a power awakening in the north, a power ancient and malevolent, threatening to extinguish the last embers of hope. The words were stark, chilling reminders of the prophecies Elara had been grappling with. The time of the dragons, it seemed, was at hand.

The Weight of Destiny

Elara felt the weight of destiny settle upon her shoulders, a burden heavier than any mountain. The whispers of the Obsidian Peaks had become a roar. The dream, the message, the ancient prophecy – they all converged, pointing towards a future shrouded in both peril and potential. The dawn of the dragon was upon them, and Elara, the young inheritor of a forgotten legacy, would be at the heart of it. Her journey, fraught with peril and uncertainty, was about to begin. The Obsidian Peaks held their breath, and so did she.