On the day when the sacred land of dragons was nearly consumed by darkness, nearly half of the dragon population was mercilessly slain by only five enemies. Tragically, during that time, a child was being born - the child of a famed dragon and a human sorceress.
Moments after his birth, the baby was sent away through teleportation magic, to a place even the caster herself did not know. But before that, the baby was given a name.
His name... was FaYzuma.
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As FaYzuma cried loudly, a silver-haired woman appeared, cradling the tiny baby in her arms with a soothing voice and a gentle lullaby. Soon, FaYzuma fell asleep peacefully. The woman then brought the baby to a safer place - her own home.
Her house was unlike any other. It was built within a massive, living tree. Its structure was still firm and untouched by time, as though the house itself was alive and breathing.
Upon entering the house, FaYzuma was welcomed by the tree's branches, moving on their own to lift and comfort him. His bed was made from bundled leaves and wood, remarkably soft and warm.
At that moment, the woman introduced herself to FaYzuma.
"My name is Llione. I'm a swordmaster and instructor at the Magic Academy of Thyrus Kingdom. I'm... 16 years old. Lucky for me you're still a baby - otherwise, you'd be shocked that someone my age has this kind of job," she said cheerfully.
After introducing herself, Llione fed FaYzuma and gently rocked him back to sleep.
The weather was bright and blissful. Birds chirped joyfully, deer outside nibbled on mushrooms, and the treehouse was filled with warmth and laughter - everyone tending to little FaYzuma.
Unexpectedly, FaYzuma turned out to be quite mischievous when cared for by the tree, and extremely clingy when with Llione. The tree, named Deshret, felt overwhelmed by the task. Through a magical link, Deshret voiced his exhaustion to Llione, complaining about how tiring it was now that she often had to go to the academy - and how far their home was from the kingdom.
"Don't worry. Kids are always a handful. Just like us back then when you were still a tiny sprout," Llione replied calmly.
Suddenly, FaYzuma released a small flame - shocking Deshret. And what was more alarming, FaYzuma's entire body became cloaked in fire magic.
"Oh no! He activated Ultra Dynamic?!" Deshret shouted in panic.
He tried contacting Llione again but failed. Feeling helpless, he could only watch as his home began to burn. Amid the blaze, a large shadow appeared - the figure of a massive dragon. The dragon turned to Deshret, and the sheer intensity of its presence made it difficult for him to breathe.
But in the blink of an eye... everything returned to normal. The only traces left were a few burnt patches of grass. Without hesitation, Deshret rushed back inside to check on FaYzuma, who had fallen asleep on the sofa.
When Llione arrived home, she was welcomed by Deshret with a cheerful expression.
"Hey Deshret! Wanna hear something amazing?" Llione asked excitedly. Deshret nodded, clearly curious.
"I just won the Best Instructor Award this year!" Llione grinned.
Deshret shook her hand, his gesture filled with gratitude and joy.
After their small celebration, Llione performed a mirror spell - and with a soft shatter of light near her hair, she created a perfect clone of herself. One version laid on the bed, visibly exhausted. The other happily spent time with FaYzuma, and invited him for a stroll in the woods.
Slow, steady footsteps echoed as they walked through the ever-dewy Amarashik Forest. Llione's boots crushed the fallen leaves, while FaYzuma remained calm in her arms.
But then... silence fell.
Even the birds had stopped chirping.
Llione's instincts flared. Her eyes darted around the surroundings. Something was watching them.
Without delay, she threw three poison-tipped daggers toward the unseen threat - but the blades melted mid-air in an instant.
Realizing danger, Llione slammed her palm onto the ground, forming magical mirror shards for teleportation. But in a flash, those mirrors were destroyed by a single strike of molten steel.
A presence emerged from the shadows - a great dragon cloaked in invisibility, its aura oppressive and overwhelming.
"Hand over the child," the dragon growled.
"Why should I? This baby has nothing to do with you, dragon!" Llione countered, her sword drawn.
"That is my child. You're just a human. You have no right to even touch him."
The air exploded with heat and pressure as the dragon launched a barrage of small molten projectiles. Llione tried to protect FaYzuma while dodging and parrying - but many of the attacks struck her body, leaving her bloodied and barely standing.
"You can't even handle my weakest attacks. How can you possibly protect him?"
"Even if I'm weak... I'll still protect him with all I have!" Llione declared, kneeling from pain but unwavering.
"He's not your child. He's mine... The one you stole from his fate."
Llione trembled, but her arms never let go of FaYzuma. With one last burst of strength, she smashed another mirror for teleportation. They vanished.
The dragon didn't follow.
"You won't be able to protect him forever," he said coldly.A sacrifice beyond healing...
Llione, gravely wounded, collapsed in front of her home with FaYzuma crying in her arms. Deshret heard the wail and immediately rushed outside, only to find Llione unconscious and covered in blood.
Without wasting a second, Deshret gently carried her inside with his branches and laid her in a special healing room. He cast every type of healing magic he knew - but none worked. The spells could only hold the injuries, not mend them.
Deshret's branches trembled.
He had done everything... but nothing worked.
Then, in a quiet moment of despair, he remembered something forbidden - a technique of the ancient trees... a sacrifice that would cost everything.
The dim green glow of the living walls faded to a soft pulse. Llione lay still, her breath shallow. Deshret stood over her, his wooden body beating like a weary heart preparing for one final act.
"I've tried everything... but these wounds aren't just physical. Your soul is torn... and no magic can heal a broken soul."
Leaves began falling from his body - slowly, one by one - as if time had slowed inside the room.
"Then let me become the earth... and the roots... that bring you back to life," he whispered.
Deshret leaned in, gently touching Llione's forehead with a glowing golden twig. A warm light spread across her body, embracing her like a final hug.
"You once saved me from the fire... Let me return a little light now."
His bark began to harden, his color fading from vibrant green to lifeless grey. His voice grew fainter, like the last breeze before stillness.
"I'm sorry... that I won't get to see you smile... one last time..."
Deshret stood frozen - an elegant statue left behind by time. The light dimmed. The only sound left was the soft rustle of falling leaves... and Llione awakening, fully healed... yet shattered inside.
The room remained dim. The roots once glowing with healing magic were now still and quiet. Llione slowly opened her eyes. Her first breath felt deeper - free from the pain that had gripped her.
She sat up, eyes darting around. Her chest rose and fell... then she remembered.
"Deshret...? How long... have I been unconscious?"
There was no reply.
Her gaze shifted to the center of the room.
There stood Deshret - lifeless. His wooden form now dull grey, no longer pulsing with energy. He had become a statue of peace and sacrifice.
"No... you didn't... you can't..." she whispered.
She crawled toward him, her trembling fingers touching his cold, rigid trunk.
No warmth. No response.
Tears fell freely. She leaned against his body, clutching the roots that once radiated life.
"You promised... we'd stay together... until I made it..."
She fell silent. Only the soft sounds of her breath... and the quiet whimper of baby FaYzuma who crawled into her lap, as if trying to comfort her.
The next morning, Llione was still by Deshret's side, asleep while holding FaYzuma.
Suddenly, the ground beneath Deshret's roots pulsed - warm.
A tiny crack formed. From it, a glowing green sprout emerged. It was small... but alive.
Llione woke with a strange feeling. Her swollen eyes widened as she saw the sprout. She hurried over.
"Deshret...?"
The little sprout moved - towards FaYzuma - as if to greet him.
FaYzuma opened his eyes, smiling, and reached out his hand... like he recognized an old friend.
Llione said nothing. But she felt something - a feeling that wasn't words... but memories. A warmth.
"You... were reborn?"
The sprout released a faintly glowing leaf. Llione touched it gently - and instantly, visions of Deshret's final memory flooded her mind. A farewell... and a beginning.
"Deshret's seed... you'll grow alongside FaYzuma."
She smiled softly, tears still clinging to her eyes - but this time... there was hope.
"Take care of him... like Deshret once took care of me."A name that carries a memory
At the dining table, the food was beautifully arranged. Llione fed FaYzuma gently, watching him with a soft gaze.
Then, her eyes returned to the little sprout on the table.
"Since I'm the one giving you a name... you better accept it, alright?" she smiled playfully.
She placed her hand gently over the sprout's leaf.
"You were born from a sacrifice... so your name... will be Sacri."
Silence embraced the room - but it wasn't empty.
It was peace.
In that spacious treehouse, filled with relics of Deshret's presence... that day felt like the safest place in the entire world.
Llione rose from her sitting position, gently carrying both the tiny sprout - Deshret's living legacy - and baby FaYzuma in her arms. They left the healing room and entered the cozy kitchen of their treehouse.
She tied on her apron, speaking softly to herself.
"So... what should we cook today?"
An idea struck her. She began slicing herbs and gathering ingredients with quiet focus. After a short while, she stepped out into the living room to check on FaYzuma and the sprout.
She smiled, then paused.
"Oh right... I haven't given you a name yet," she said, looking at the sprout.
It twitched slightly, as if agreeing.
"Alright then... since you're fine with it... hmm... let me think for a moment!" she said with a cheerful spark.
But just then, black smoke began to stain the ceiling.
"Ah! The food!" she gasped, dashing back into the kitchen.
Meanwhile, the sprout reached toward FaYzuma with its tiny root-like tendrils, playfully teasing him. FaYzuma giggled, trying to catch the dancing leaves.
Back in the kitchen, Llione found the meal burnt on the table - but she remained calm. She summoned mirror-like magical panels around the dish. Then, she cast a glowing green spell toward one mirror.
The magic bounced between mirrors, gaining energy with each reflection, before landing on the food - and in an instant, the dish was restored. Fresh. Perfectly cooked. Ready to serve.
At the dining table, the food was beautifully arranged. Llione fed FaYzuma gently, watching him with a soft gaze.
Then, her eyes returned to the little sprout on the table.
"Since I'm the one giving you a name... you better accept it, alright?" she smiled playfully.
She placed her hand gently over the sprout's leaf.
"You were born from a sacrifice... so your name... will be Sacri."
Silence embraced the room - but it wasn't empty.
It was peace.
In that spacious treehouse, filled with relics of Deshret's presence... that day felt like the safest place in the entire world.