The night sky burned with silver moonlight, yet above the Dragon Realm, storm clouds gathered unnaturally. Lightning twisted across the heavens, and even the strongest dragons felt a shiver run down their scales. Something was happening—something that had not occurred for tens of thousands of years.
Inside the sacred chamber of the Dragon Clan, a woman cried out in pain. Her skin glowed faintly with an aura darker than midnight, her black scales shimmering beneath human-like flesh. Beside her, a man gripped her trembling hand tightly. His hair was pale as snow, his eyes bright with the power of the White Dragon bloodline.
"Hold on, Seraphina," he whispered, voice firm yet trembling with emotion. "Just a little longer… they're almost here."
Seraphina gritted her teeth, sweat pouring down her brow. "Draven… these children… do you feel it? Their bloodline… it's not normal…"
Draven's jaw tightened. Of course he felt it. Every dragon elder across the realm felt it. A pressure, a divine aura, was spreading from the chamber like a storm. It was neither light nor darkness—it was both.
Outside the chamber, the Elders of the Dragon Council stood in silence, their faces mixed with awe and dread.
"This is impossible," one elder whispered, his silver beard trembling. "A White Dragon and a Black Dragon… their bloodlines were never meant to merge!"
"And yet," another elder muttered, eyes fixed on the glowing chamber, "the child is coming. Perhaps… this is destiny."
"Destiny?" scoffed a third, his scales glinting crimson. "No. This is disaster! You know the prophecy. A child born of two opposing bloodlines will grow to shatter the realms.
Half of the elders nodded grimly, fear in their eyes. But the other half stood straighter, their gazes burning with hope.
"Or perhaps he will lead us," one said. "Perhaps he will be the salvation of dragons."
Inside, Seraphina screamed once more. The chamber shook as if the heavens themselves trembled. Then—silence.
A wail echoed in the chamber. Then another.
Two cries.
Twins.
Draven's eyes widened as he gently lifted the first child into his arms. The boy's tiny body glowed faintly with alternating streams of white and black light, his aura sharp and terrifying even as a newborn.
"A boy," Draven whispered, voice breaking. "Our son…"
Seraphina, exhausted but smiling faintly, reached for the second child—the girl. Unlike her brother, her aura was calm and soothing, yet beneath that gentleness pulsed the same terrifying mix of darkness and light.
"A girl," Seraphina whispered weakly. "She's beautiful…"
Draven leaned close, his voice soft. "What shall we name them?"
Seraphina looked at the boy in her husband's arms. Despite his small frame, she could already sense the fire and will inside him. "He will be Lucus," she said, her tone certain. "One who brings light in darkness."
Draven smiled, tears glistening in his eyes, and gazed at the girl in Seraphina's arms. "Then she shall be Lusi… gentle yet unyielding, the moon beside his sun."
The chamber doors burst open as the elders entered, unable to contain their curiosity. The sight of the twins silenced them. Not even the oldest among them had ever witnessed such a phenomenon.
"Twins… from a forbidden union…" an elder muttered, his voice shaking.
The oldest of them all, Grand Elder Veyron, stepped forward. His eyes were sharp as blades, but his voice was calm. "Names?"
"Lucus and Lusi," Draven replied proudly, holding his children close.
The council erupted in hushed whispers.
"Two children with merged bloodlines… this is the end."
"No, this is a new beginning."
"The gods themselves will feel this aura…"
"Fool! That's why it's dangerous. They will hunt them."
The air grew heavy with tension, until Seraphina's weak voice cut through it all.
"Enough." She clutched her daughter protectively. "Whatever fate awaits, these are our children. Not weapons. Not threats. Children."
Draven's gaze hardened, his dragon aura flaring, silencing the elders instantly. "If anyone dares raise a claw against them… even if it is a god, I will burn them to ash."
For a long moment, silence filled the chamber. Then Grand Elder Veyron spoke again, his voice heavy with both respect and sorrow.
"Two children of light and shadow… Lucus and Lusi.
Outside, thunder roared across the Dragon Realm.
And in distant realms—among gods, demons, and myths—eyes turned toward the Dragon Clan,