The five dragons, each reigning over a distinct biome, held dominion across the lands.

Thane, the fire dragon; Rafael, the water dragon; Saketh, the nature dragon; and Zamora, the light dragon—all governed their territories in alignment with their elemental essence.

Among them, Rafael was the most peculiar. Unlike the others, he remained distant, preferring the solitude of his waters. He would often drift through the open seas, his melodic crooning echoing through the waves as if searching for something, though he couldn’t quite name what it was. Friendship? Love? Power? Even he didn’t know. And it wasn’t as though he could ask the other dragons for guidance.

One day, as he sang his haunting melody to the sea, it seemed as if the waters finally responded. A storm had struck, sweeping a lone human from their ship, leaving them thrashing helplessly against the crashing waves. Rafael watched from below as the human struggled to stay afloat, kicking desperately against the current. When they finally began to sink, he acted without hesitation.

His powerful, scaly tail sliced through the water, and he surged forward, scooping up the unconscious human and carrying them to the surface. With swift, graceful movements, he brought them to a small, secluded island.

As he set the human down on the shore, Rafael's body began to shift. Scales melted into skin, and his dragon head transformed into that of a man, with ash-blue hair and eyes the color of the deepest seas.

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"Perhaps the sea listens to me after all," Rafael murmured, his voice soft yet resonant, a hint of curiosity glimmering in his ocean-blue eyes.