Chapter 1: The Echoes of Lusferda
In ancient aeons, when the winds bowed in reverence to beauty and the waters danced joyfully to the rhythm of light, there existed a realm known as Lusferda—later immortalized in legends as "The Light of the Grass."
It was a world of velvet greenery, inhabited by fairies and ruled by a rare and majestic lineage known as the Fraize Bloodline. This lineage possessed a legendary power: the ability to command all dragonkind. From the smallest hatchlings to the most ferocious, fire-breathing behemoths that roamed the earth—even the colossal Elder Dragons, each as vast as a fortress—all knelt before the will of the Fraize.
But... as every light casts a shadow, ambition bred betrayal. A fairy from within the bloodline chose the path of treason. She betrayed the Fraize and conspired with ruthless human kingdoms that sought to crush Lusferda's grace. Thus, the Great War ignited.
The kingdom was laid to waste. The rare bloodline was systematically extinguished. In the end, only the traitorous fairy remained, standing alongside her beloved—the Prince of Fire.
As centuries drifted by, the two ascended as King and Queen, bound by a complex tapestry of love and lingering regret. To them, a daughter was born—a child the likes of whom the world had never seen.
Her beauty was a perfect harmony between fire and frost, between blooming petals and rushing rivers. Her soul radiated an unparalleled magical resonance, and her countenance mirrored the lost glory of the Golden Era of Fairies.
Yet, the surrounding kingdoms had not forgotten. They lived in terror of a Fraize resurgence; they feared the rebirth of that absolute authority. Once more, they conspired in the dark... and razed the palace that sheltered the King, the Queen, and their radiant child. All were consumed—swallowed by the ravenous flames of fear.
Years turned into legends. Lusferda faded from memory, its ruins becoming the foundation of a formidable new land: Nairon, the Realm of Dragons. It was ruled by a noble house of immense power: the House of Flargos—the Lords of Flame.
On a brilliant day in this proud and mighty kingdom, a princess was born: Nazar. It was whispered that her beauty was breathtaking and that she was destined to rule Nairon with an iron grace.
But on that very same night... another girl was born to a humble palace maid. A child unnoticed by the world... yet within her eyes, there shone a light that no one could yet explain.
Her name was… Dallerina.