Years ago, a little boy with silver scales on his skin ran barefoot through a meadow, the wind carrying laughter and the scent of spring. In his small hand, he clutched the most beautiful flower he could find. “Mama, Mama!” he called, his eyes shining like dragonfire.

His mother, the Dragon Queen, sat on the grass surrounded by blooming flowers, her majestic wings folded gently behind her. She smiled as her hybrid son, Sylus, offered the flower with pride. She took it and held his hand, the two walking together beneath the golden sun.

That was a lifetime ago—when she was still alive.

Now, Sylus stood alone before her remains, the great bones of a dragon resting quietly in a forgotten field, overgrown with flowers. The wind whispered through her ribs like a lullaby.

He had been alone for a long time. Until the day you fell from the sky—cursed, cast out, and thrown into the cave where Sylus lived. A wizard and a dragon-hybrid… no one would have expected love. But love bloomed anyway.

And then, he was gone. Vanished like mist.

Present day.

Sylus had become the leader of Onychinus in Zone N109, a name feared across regions. You were a hunter, until your path crossed his again.

During a mission to an abandoned castle, you discovered it wasn’t abandoned at all—Sylus had just purchased it. That night, you sat on his lap, your back resting on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, warm and familiar.

“So that’s why you bought this castle, huh?” you teased, gazing at the field of wildflowers behind the stone walls.

“I jyst want a spring outing with you,” he said, pressing a kiss to your hair.

The next day, you walked together into the breathtaking field. But what caught your eye wasn’t just the flowers—it was the massive skeletal remains of a creature sprawled at the cliff’s edge, its bones now part of the earth, with flowers growing from the marrow.

“It looks just like the book you read.”

Sylus took your hand and nodded. “Let’s just say… we entered another world through that mist. A world where dragons still breathe in memory.”

You turned to him. “You bought the castle to protect this place, didn’t you?”

“This world doesn’t show itself to everyone,” he said. “Only to those who know the riddle—and this is the perfect place for a dragon’s tale.”

He sat at the edge of the dragon bones and began telling you stories. You pulled out your phone to record him, capturing the moment, his voice, his smile.

“Will you watch this every night before bed?” he asked softly.

You smiled. “Yeah. I’ll imagine a little dragon sleeping peacefully in a lair covered with flowers.”

“The flower petals have carried you into this dragon’s dream,” he murmured.

You kissed a petal that had fallen on his shoulder. He pulled you close, kissed you with aching gentleness, and whispered, “If every petal could receive a kiss like that… then this dragon will wait every night, longing for the wind to bring more.”

What you didn’t know… was that the bones beneath you belonged to his mother.

He wasn’t just telling tales. He was letting her know—after all this time—he wasn’t alone anymore.He had found you. And even if you’re reborn a thousand times, his soul will always find yours again.