"Before time took its first step…
Before the stars breathed their first fire…
Two wills stirred in the void."
The Beginning
In the empty dark, long before life, planets the universe was nothing but a canvas stretched in stillness.
And within that vast emptiness, two beings awoke.
Not born.
Not made.
They simply existed.
One, a radiant beast with gleaming white scales and silver-plated ridges, moved through the void with the grace of breath. Its very presence calmed the chaos of reality, stitching balance into being.
This was the White Dragon, bearer of the Power to Create.
Its wings shimmered like crystal waterfalls, scattering sparks of starlight into space. Its roar could sculpt galaxies. It commanded the purest elements of creation:
• Water, that nourishes
• Air, that flows freely
• Nature, that grows
• Light, that reveals
Wherever it flew, the universe became more.
Its opposite was no less magnificent—only darker.
The Black Dragon stirred like a shadow at the edge of heaven. Its form mirrored the White Dragon's shape, but was cloaked in obsidian fur, run through with golden plated marks that glowed like cracks in a broken crown.
It was the Power to Destroy, an equal truth.
Its wings rippled like smoke. Its eyes burned with challenge. It ruled the elements of destruction:
• Fire, that consumes
• Earth, that crushes
• Lightning, that shatters
• Shadow, that conceals
Where it flew, the cosmos trembled and fell quiet.
The First Conflict
They looked upon each other—these two primal forces—and saw not kin, but opposition.
Creation met destruction. Order met chaos. Harmony met will.
Their war did not begin with hatred.
It began with pride.
Each believed they were the greater truth. Each wished to shape the universe in their own image.
They clashed.
Their roars echoed across the black.
Planets formed from their blows.
Stars collapsed under their weight.
But no side could win.
Each element the White Dragon cast was answered by its mirror from the Black.
Water extinguished fire. Fire boiled water.
Air scattered earth. Earth grounded wind.
Light banished shadow. Shadow consumed light.
Nature overgrew ruins. Lightning scorched forests.
Again and again.
Years passed.
Centuries became dust.
They were gods—but even gods grew weary.
The Beasts of Power
Neither dragon could destroy the other.
So they created something new—proxies, forged in their image, drawn from their elements.
Each dragon created four mighty Beasts, vessels of pure elemental energy, born not of flesh and blood but of essence and intent.
The White Dragon's Beasts — Guardians of Balance
1. Aeralis — The Sky Peacock
A snow-white peacock, large as a castle, with feathers that shimmered like spun glass. Each flap of its tail summoned gales that could cleave stone. Eyes like stormclouds. It reigned over Air—swift, serene, and everywhere.
2. Kaemora — The Deep Whale
A massive, silver-streaked whale that swam through the void as if it were ocean. Its breath summoned rain. Its call turned space to sea. It ruled Water, ancient and watchful.
3. Fenlar — The Light Wolf
Majestic, silver-white fur crackling with radiant strands. Its howl could pierce through darkness and awaken stars. It embodied Light, the power of truth and illumination.
4. Sylgroth — The Horned Rhino
A towering beast of bark and stone, with three vine-wrapped horns. Where it walked, worlds bloomed. Its strength was Nature, silent and patient.
The Black Dragon's Beasts — Forces of Ruin
1. Volkara — The Flame Parrot
A flaming bird with the body of a phoenix and the screech of wild laughter. It trailed embers that became infernos. Feathers like coals. It was the heart of Fire, wild and hungry.
2. Gronthak — The Earth Elephant
Tusked, plated in stone, and crowned with molten veins. With each stomp, ground cracked open. Mountains crumbled. It bore the weight of Earth, the heavy and inevitable.
3. Zephyros — The Thunder Falcon
A lightning-forged raptor with wings of plasma and eyes that blinked storms into being. Its cry summoned bolts from black skies. It was the pulse of Lightning, furious and fast.
4. Nykara — The Shadow Cat
Sleek and silent, its body melted into black mist. Its glowing white eyes watched from places light couldn't reach. It slipped between worlds. It was Shadow, cunning and cruel.
The Balance of Power
And so the war resumed.
Now, the dragons did not strike directly. Their Beasts clashed in their name.
Battles raged across galaxies.
• Aeralis and Zephyros tore through skies, wind against storm.
• Kaemora and Volkara boiled oceans into firestorms.
• Sylgroth and Gronthak shattered landscapes, rebuilding only to break again.
• Fenlar and Nykara danced across the veil of day and night, light chasing shadow, shadow consuming light.
And through it all, the dragons watched.
The balance remained.
One side rose. The other answered.
One power surged. Its opposite surged back.
No victory.
No end.
Only an eternal war—not out of hatred, but purpose.
The Waiting
The White Dragon waited for the moment the light would finally outshine all.
The Black Dragon waited for the hour when the dark would swallow the flame.
The Beasts fought on, neither gaining ground.
And the universe—caught between them—held its breath.
Until one day…
Something shifted.
Not a beast. Not a dragon.
But something else.
Not born of flame, shadow, or starlight… but soul.
Something the dragons had not foreseen.
Something neither of them had created.
But something that could choose.
And when it rose…
The war would change forever.
Till that day...
To be continued.