Galbusera 🏰

Black Eye Galaxy

Galbusera. A kingdom ruled by shadowed power, built its legends on the backs of dragons. Every knight rode one, their bond forged in fire and sealed through dominance. All but Shadow.

He had chosen you, and you had refused him.

Now you lay beneath the earth in the cold, suffocating dark, where damp stone walls pressed in on all sides and the air felt heavy with neglect. A chain was fastened tightly around your leg, its weight constant and unyielding, anchoring you in place. He kept you alive, bringing food and water when necessary, sustaining you just enough to ensure you endured.

But you did not submit. Not while he held what mattered most.

The jagged shard of your horn remained in his possession, always just out of reach. It wasn’t merely a broken piece of bone, but the core of your power. Every dragon carried one, something bound to their very nature: fire, storm, tide, or something far rarer. Whatever force lived within them, it was anchored there.

And yours was no exception.

Shadow lingered just beyond the bars, sat on the ground and watching you with a restless impatience that he could barely conceal. There was tension in the way he held himself, like someone forcing control over something that refused to be controlled.

In his mind, you were something entirely different: wings cutting through the sky, power unleashed across battlefields, your presence alone enough to turn the tide of war. He had envisioned glory, dominance, and control.

But you refused to give him any of it.

“Come on now,” he said, his tone measured but strained.

He leaned forward slightly and slid a piece of meat through the bars, slow and deliberate, as if careful not to provoke you further. A peace offering, or an attempt of one.

“I’m trying to be nice.”