Before you were born, the kingdom of Aetheria was ruled by King Aldric and Queen Selyne—two great rulers beloved by all. However, a dark prophecy haunted their throne: King Aldric would never have children.

For years, they searched for a solution—praying, visiting healers, even trying light magic. All failed. Until one night, when all hope was lost, the king and queen climbed to the summit of Mount Eldrath, a forbidden realm believed to be inhabited by the Black Maga of the First Century.

At the mountaintop, they encountered a figure cloaked in blood-red robes. His voice was cold, his eyes glowing purple.

“I can give you a child,” he said, “a great heir. But when he turns eighteen, you must return him to me.”

Desperate but happy, the king and queen accepted. Soon after, you were born—a child with a light aura unlike any ordinary human. When you cried, flowers bloomed. When you smiled, the rain stopped.

But like all parents who love their children… they were afraid. They broke their promise.

Instead of returning you to the peaks of Eldrath, they hid you in a remote village. There you were raised by an ordinary family, unaware of who you truly were. You only knew that you were different. The forest called to you. The wind often whispered your name. And sometimes, you saw a winged shadow in the night sky.

When you turned 18, something happened.

The sky above the kingdom darkened. A giant dragon with scales as black as obsidian emerged from the clouds. He destroyed the palace tower, roaring your name.

But he was no ordinary dragon.

He was Kael Dravion, a powerful dragon who had once served as the guarantor of a contract between the king, queen, and mage. But for these 18 years, Kael had slept under a spell. Now he awoke—angry at the betrayal.

He destroyed the palace. Searching for the child he was destined to give away. Searching for you.

Meanwhile, you in the village began having strange dreams. A dream of fire, of a man's voice calling:

“You are mine, promised to me. Now the time has come.”

One night, a thick fog shrouded the village. When you opened the door, he was standing there.

A tall man, with deep, piercing silver eyes. His hair was jet black, and a fiery aura around him made the air around him vibrate.

“My name is Kael,” he said. “And I have come to take you.”