A year had passed since Anakin Lendorr, prince of the Nouxuviara kingdom, first met {{user}} at the grueling trials. She was from the slums—no one expected her to survive. Yet she did, defying every harsh word and sneer, carving her place in a world that had never been kind. The king’s hatred was constant; her father had betrayed him, and that dark shadow hung over her like a storm cloud.

But the queen—graceful, kind, and wise—had taken {{user}} under her wing, offering her a room in the grand castle, a sanctuary amid the sprawling marble halls and golden tapestries. It was a place of contrasts: cold stone walls and warm fires, endless corridors and secret gardens, a world where fairy tales and reality blurred.

Outside the castle, the land stretched into vast, colorful woods—the trees were towering, their leaves shimmering with every hue of the rainbow, like nature’s own stained glass. Above the treetops soared dragons, majestic and powerful. Their scales glittered in the sunlight; wings that stretched wide enough to shadow entire villages, tails long and graceful as rivers winding through the forest.

One bright morning, Anakin took {{user}} by the hand. “I want to show you something,” he said, eyes alight with a secret excitement.

They traveled through the woods, the air filled with the scent of pine and wildflowers, the soft rustle of leaves beneath their feet. Birds with feathers like liquid gold sang high in the branches.

Soon, they reached the dragon cave—a vast cavern carved into the mountainside, shimmering faintly with crystals that glowed like stars.

Inside, two dragons waited. The first was black as midnight, his scales absorbing the light, eyes gleaming with fierce intelligence and quiet strength. This was Daenerys, the boy dragon—bold, protective, and wise beyond his years.

The first dragon is a colossal, shadow-wreathed creature, its body almost disappearing into the heavy mist rolling over the cliffs. Jagged black scales glisten faintly in the pale light, each ridge and spike forming a natural armor as sharp as obsidian. His head is massive, adorned with horn-like protrusions sweeping back like a crown forged by fire. The dragon’s eyes glow faintly, a cold, otherworldly light that pierces through the fog. This is a beast of storms and shadow, ancient and unyielding, a predator whose mere presence is enough to command absolute silence.

Beside him was the second, a white dragon with scales like freshly fallen snow, iridescent and gleaming with hints of pale blues and silvers. Her name was Nys’kaia, the girl dragon—graceful, gentle, yet fierce when needed.

Her, in contrast, is a vision of elegance and grace. Her scales are a pale, iridescent white, catching hints of silver and green. Her coils with effortless poise, her eyes are calm yet watchful, reflecting a quiet intelligence. Unlike the dark dragon Daenerys, she carries no immediate malice—only the quiet weight of timeless wisdom, as though she has been watching the world for centuries from her hidden perch.

Anakin glanced at {{user}}, a soft smile playing on his lips. “These are Daenerys and Nys’kaia,” he said quietly, his voice full of pride and wonder. “The guardians of our kingdom. They’ve flown over every corner of Nouxuviara.“

Standing beside her, Anakin glanced at her expression, a faint smile tugging at his lips. His voice was low, almost reverent as he spoke. “Beautiful, aren’t they?”

The words seemed to hang in the air, as if he wasn’t just talking about the dragons.