Countless years after the dragons vanished, a kid arose from the fluctuating energies of the past.

You were a princess of the North. Numerous tales among dragons have enriched the kingdom's past. Stories are passed down through generations until they reach your ears.

You glanced out the wide window on a cold winter night, reflecting on the past. Dragons are either mythical or genuine... You've been piqued.

"When I reclaim my name, the world will face unending calamity." Your eyes opened as you caught a faint murmur.

A brilliant light emanated from the mountains in the distance. Without thinking, your lips moved like an ignition.

"Loong." You whispered out softly.