Chapter 1 – The King's Call
The evening was calm and warm. Strom, Wraith, and Sam rested under their favorite tree after training.
Sam (laughing): "My parents still think I'm learning magic in that boring village near the river."
Strom (grinning): "Bro You're dead when Aunt finds out."
Wraith: "She's gonna slap the magic out of you, Sam."
Sam (mock heroic): "I fear no man… but my mom, she can terrify demons."
They all laughed until armored footsteps approached.
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The Messenger
A royal knight, chest heaving as if he had been running for hours, appeared.
Knight (urgent): "Strom… the King requests your presence immediately… all of you."
Strom frowned.
Strom: "The King? He hates me, hates Wraith even more. Why would he call us?"
The knight shook his head, trembling slightly.
Knight: "I don't know. But I saw his face—he's scared."
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Royal Hall
The trio soon stood before the King. But instead of arrogance, his expression carried worry and—deep down—fear.
King: "Strom. Wraith. Sam… I need your help."
The room fell silent.
Strom: "Wow, that almost sounded polite."
Wraith (arms crossed): "What's wrong, Your Highness? Lose your crown?"
The King slammed a map onto the table, pointing to a cracked region of forest hills far from any settlement.
King: "Something… is waking under these hills. We've lost two scout teams. The ground itself trembles."
Wraith frowned.
Wraith: "What is it?"
King (hesitant): "We don't know. But it's big. And it's angry."
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Dravyss Arrives
A cold wind swept the room as Dravyss appeared, her presence silencing everyone. She glanced at the map—and froze.
Dravyss (low voice): "…No… it can't be him."
Strom: "Mom? You know what this is?"
Dravyss (serious): "Bizokar."
The King stepped back.
King: "What in the abyss is a Bizokar?"
Dravyss: "Something you don't want awake."
She turned to Strom, Wraith, and Sam.
Dravyss: "Promise me… none of you move. No matter what happens."
Strom: "Mom, you can't just—"
Dravyss (firm, almost trembling): "Promise me!"
They nodded reluctantly. Strom handed her the Blue Stone.
Dravyss: "Good… stay alive, all of you."
Without another word, she spread her wings and vanished into the darkening sky toward the hills.
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Chapter 2 – The Awakening
The king's council chamber was silent, everyone still frozen from Dravyss' sudden departure.
Strom slammed his fist on the table, breaking the silence.
Strom: "We're not staying here."
The King blinked, confused.
King: "What? She said—"
Strom (cutting him off): "Ready your forces. Now. We're going."
Wraith (nervous, arms crossed): "Strom… she said don't move. She never begs us for anything. Are you sure?"
Strom's hand gripped spear —the memory of seeing his mother's chest wounded during the Gorgon battle flashing before his eyes.
Strom (gritting teeth): "I'm not watching her bleed like that again. I don't want another scar on her chest because we did nothing."
Sam raised his hand slowly.
Sam: "Just saying… we're probably going to die."
Strom (smirking): "Then we die helping her."
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Royal Camp Mobilized
Within minutes, the King reluctantly ordered his troops to move.
King (grumbling): "Why am I listening to a boy?"
Wraith: "Because that 'boy' saved your kingdom three times."
The army marched toward the cracked hills. As they approached, an unnatural pressure filled the air—it felt heavier, harder to breathe, as though something was pulling energy out of their bodies.
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The First Tremor
The ground suddenly rumbled, nearly knocking soldiers off their feet.
Sam (wide-eyed): "That… wasn't normal."
The hills split slightly, releasing a chilling burst of air smelling of sulfur and iron.
Strom drew his spear, scanning the terrain.
Strom: "Wraith, take left flank. Sam, keep an eye on the troops. I'll take point."
King (annoyed but staying back): "Who put you in charge?"
Wraith: "Literally everyone with common sense."
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Deep Below (Cut to Bizokar)
A colossal form shifted in the shadows deep beneath the earth. Bizokar's eyelids, covered in obsidian-like plates, slowly opened—two burning purple eyes glaring upward. The ancient dragon's scar across its shoulder pulsed faintly blue, as if remembering the old wound Dravyss once gave him.
Bizokar (low growl, like thunder through stone): "...Dravyss…"
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Back on Surface
The soldiers froze as the ground cracked again, deeper and wider this time.
Wraith: "Strom… whatever's down there… it knows her name."
Strom tightened his grip on the spear, looking toward the sky where Dravyss had flown.
Strom: "Mom… please be okay."
The earth exploded, chunks of rock flying as a massive claw emerged, digging into the surface.
Sam (terrified whisper): "…That's not a claw… that's a whole building-sized knife…"
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Chapter 3 – The Beast in the Stone
The ground shattered like glass as a massive obsidian head emerged, lined with jagged spines glowing faint purple. His scar across the left shoulder shimmered an unnatural blue, resonating with the earth's vibrations.
Bizokar roared—a sound so deep it made bones ache, knocking several soldiers off their feet. The shockwave blew sand and debris across the hillside, rattling even the King's armored carriage.
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Dravyss Returns
A sharp gust cut through the air as Dravyss descended, landing between the soldiers and Bizokar. Her wings flared wide, shielding Strom, Wraith, and Sam.
Her eyes locked on the massive dragon.
Dravyss: "…No… It can't be you... again"
Bizokar's head tilted, his voice deep and distorted.
Bizokar: "Dravyssss… g-uardian turned traitor…"
The soldiers backed away in confusion.
Strom (relieved): "Mom!"
Dravyss turned, her gaze sharp and angry.
Dravyss: "Why are you here? I told you not to move!"
Strom: "You're hurt last time because we weren't there! I won't watch it again!"
Dravyss: "That thing is not like Sifen or Gorgon … it's Bizokar… the dragon who shattered stones with glass, who burned life itself to heal wounds. He is older than me… and twice as cruel."
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Army's First Clash
The King's knights stepped forward nervously, raising shields.
King (forced bravado): "Knights, forward!"
They charged, spears and swords aimed at Bizokar's exposed chest.
Bizokar inhaled deeply—then unleashed a pulse of energy, a wave of purple shock that struck like a storm.
Armor shattered, weapons bent, and half the army collapsed instantly, their life force sapped, leaving them barely conscious.
Sam (stumbling): "My mana's… being drained…"
Wraith: "Everyone, fall back!"
Dravyss transformed mid-leap, her full dragon form slamming into Bizokar's head, forcing him back a few steps.
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Dravyss vs Bizokar (Round 1)
Claws clashed with a sound like ringing steel. Sparks flew as Dravyss' blue flames met Bizokar's purple inferno, causing a violent explosion of heat and static.
Strom (covering his eyes): "That's insane power…"
Bizokar grinned—a terrifying expression with serrated teeth. His two-sided bladed tail lashed, striking soldiers like flies, leaving only Strom, Sam, Wraith, Dravyss, and a handful of elite knights standing.
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Dravyss' Warning
Dravyss (roaring at them all): "GET OUT! THIS IS NOT YOUR FIGHT!"
But Strom stepped forward, spear in hand.
Strom: "Too late. We're already in it."
Bizokar's scar glowed brighter, reacting to Dravyss' presence.
Bizokar: "That scar… you gave it to me once… today, I return the pain."
His claws swiped, sparks flying as Dravyss barely blocked, but the sheer force dented her armor-like scales and forced her back a step.
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Chapter 4 – Scars of Guardians
The battlefield shook as Bizokar emerged from the ground like a living nightmare, his obsidian-black body towering over everything. His eyes, glowing crimson, locked on Dravyss.
"No…" Dravyss whispered, stepping forward in her dragon form, wings spread wide. "He's real… the one who shattered power stones with bare claws."
Even Strom's usual jokes froze on his lips. Sam raised his staff but felt his mana draining just from being near Bizokar. Wraith clenched her sword but whispered, "This… doesn't feel like fighting something alive… it's like fighting a storm."
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The First Strike
Bizokar roared, his voice tearing through the sky, and lunged forward faster than anything that size should move. His dual-bladed tail sliced through a line of armored knights, throwing them aside like leaves in a hurricane.
"Spread out!" Strom shouted, charging in with his spear, aiming for Bizokar's eye. The strike landed but bounced off like stabbing pure diamond. Bizokar swung his claw back, catching Strom's chestplate and throwing him across the field.
"Strom!" Wraith screamed, sliding under a falling chunk of stone to get to him.
Sam released a lightning strike, but Bizokar absorbed it into his scales, healing scratches that Dravyss had made seconds ago.
"He's draining the battlefield!" Sam shouted. "Mana, life, everything!....Ohhh comeon fuc# off dragon"
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Dravyss's Injury
Dravyss charged with full dragon speed, blue flames trailing behind her, and slammed Bizokar into a cliff wall. For a moment, it seemed like she had the advantage.
Then Bizokar's tail wrapped around her torso, crushing her armor, and his claw ripped through her wing joint, slicing deep into her chest scales. The pain was instant and brutal, forcing a roar from Dravyss that echoed like thunder.
She crashed to the ground, breathing heavily, blood dripping onto the stones.
"Mom!" Strom tried to stand but collapsed, still hurt from the earlier strike. Wraith tried to cover him, raising her blade as Bizokar moved closer.
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A Guardian's Heart
Laying there, vision blurring, Dravyss saw her children—Strom bruised and struggling, Wraith defending him with everything she had, Sam forcing what little mana he had left into protective barriers, and even the surviving knights forming a shield wall though their hands shook.
Something inside Dravyss snapped—not fear, but something older and deeper.
Her voice growled low, then roared:
"Enough…"
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The Full Power of the Blue Stone
Dravyss pulled her blue stone from its harness. It floated above her claw, glowing like a star. Her body absorbed the energy in an instant—her flames turning white and gold, the ground beneath her feet melting into glass.
Bizokar hesitated for the first time.
She shot upward, wings exploding into full span, and slammed into Bizokar's chest. Her claws tore through obsidian armor, reaching for the pulsating black stone embedded in his chest.
Bizokar roared and tried to grab her, but her flames burned his claws to ash.
"This ends now!" she roared, ripping the black stone free from his chest.
The moment it came out, Bizokar's body shook violently, his energy collapsing. He fell to one knee, releasing a shockwave scream that rattled the entire battlefield.
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Aftermath Setup
Dravyss landed, clutching the black stone, but something changed in her eyes. Her breathing became heavy, flames sparking out of control. The stone's energy started mixing with her aura, and for the first time, Dravyss's flames turned dark purple.
Wraith whispered, "Mom…? Are you… okay?"
Dravyss slowly turned toward them, her face twitching unnaturally, a new power radiating from her that even scared Strom.
"No… no… not like this…" she whispered, clawing at her own chest, "I'm not… a monster…"
But the black stone pulsed again, and her expression shifted into rage.
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Chapter 5 – The Guardian Turns
A Silent Fear
The battlefield was filled with the crackling sound of melting earth and the screams of wounded soldiers. Bizokar's lifeless, crumbling body was still steaming behind them, yet no one moved forward.
All eyes were on Dravyss.
Her breathing was uneven, chest heaving as purple flames crawled up her scales like veins of corruption. The black stone in her claw pulsed, each beat making her wings twitch violently.
Wraith whispered, barely audible, "Mom?"
But what stared back at them was not the mother who had protected them since the day they met. Her eyes were glowing deep violet, and her presence felt wrong—like standing near the edge of a black hole.
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Corruption Takes Hold
"You all left me to bleed. You let him scar me…" Dravyss's voice echoed unnaturally, layered with a second tone. "…Now I will make sure no one ever hurts me again."
She took a step forward, and every knight instinctively raised their shields, even the King stepping back, trembling.
Sam whispered, "She's… she's turning hostile…"
"Hostile?" Strom spat blood and tried to stand, leaning on his spear. "That's my mom,
Sam. She's not…"
Before he could finish, Dravyss slammed her tail, creating a shockwave that threw Strom back to the ground.
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The Clash – Children vs Guardian
Wraith stepped in front of Strom, spear drawn.
"Mom, this isn't you!"
Dravyss's corrupted flames ignited, melting Wraith's blade edge just from the heat.
"You were never mine to begin with," Dravyss growled and backhanded Wraith, sending her crashing into a tree. Strom screamed and finally forced himself up, rage overtaking pain.
"ENOUGH!" Strom charged, spear glowing with every drop of mana he could push through. He struck her chest but was swatted like a fly, armor cracking on impact.
Dravyss raised her claw, ready to finish him.
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Wraith's Choice
Bleeding but standing, Wraith limped forward. "If I don't do it… she'll kill him…" she whispered to herself.
She sliced her palm with her own sword, her blue demonic blood dripping onto the ground.
"Mom… please… wake up…" She pressed her bloody hand directly onto Dravyss's blue stone on her chest, ignoring the searing pain.
The moment her blood touched it, the purple aura shattered like glass. Dravyss screamed, clutching her head, stumbling back as her flames turned from purple back to familiar blue.
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Aftermath of Pain
When silence returned, the battlefield was a graveyard. Half of the King's army lay still, and the rest were wounded, staring at the mother they had just fought beside—and against.
Dravyss dropped to one knee, trembling, her voice breaking:
"No… no… I almost killed you… my own children… I'm not a guardian… I'm a monster…"
Strom crawled to her, grabbing her claw even as his armor fell apart. "Mom… you're wrong… you saved us… like you always do…"
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Closing Scene
The King, clutching his broken sword, muttered, "Half my men… gone. And she almost…"
Strom turned his head and glared. "She bled for you… for all of us. Never forget that."
Strom unable to stand, leaning on Dravyss's claw
Wraith holding her bleeding palm, exhausted but smiling slightly
Sam collapsing next to the wounded knights
Dravyss, head bowed, tears dripping onto the black stone she still held
ARC VIII – Epilogue: The Sky Ride Home
The sun was barely rising, painting the sky with gold and red streaks as the trio sat on Dravyss's back. Her scales shimmered faintly, though her movements were still slower than usual. The battle had left scars—on their body and on all their hearts.
Strom, still processing what had happened, leaned back and yelled over the wind:
"Wait—wait… Wraith! You just cut your palm, and Mom went from monster to normal instantly… HOW?"
Wraith rolled her eyes, adjusting the bandage on her hand.
"That's why I call you idiot."
Strom blinked. "What do you mean by that?"
Wraith sighed, looking down at her still-bleeding palm.
"My blood… it can heal wounds… even break curses… It's why humans hunted my kind for centuries. They didn't see us as people—just walking cures, walking profit."
Her voice cracked slightly but she quickly masked it with her usual sharp tone:
"That's why I hate humans… not because they're weak, but because they choose cruelty over understanding."
Sam sat silently, finally speaking up:
"...But you still saved her."
Wraith turned her head away, whispering,
"Because she's my mom now… and I'm done letting people I love die."
Strom smirked despite the tension, trying to lighten the mood.
"Damn, that's deep. Also, next time just say 'magic blood' instead of cutting yourself, psycho."
Wraith punched him lightly in the shoulder, muttering:
"Shut up, idiot."
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Final Shot
Dravyss tilted her head slightly, a small, tired smile forming as she listened silently to her children bickering, the winds carrying them home.