Long ago, the heavens kept their fire locked away and sealed tight, so that no one could ever hold their light. But there was one girl who refused to live in the cold shadow of frost. With green eyes burning bright and fiery red hair, she tossed away her fear and hesitation, and she climbed. She climbed and climbed and climbed away and soon, she climbed higher than any who came before. With unmatched courage and will, she reached and reached and reached and stole the flame from the burning star.
The heavens were furious as can be, how could this possibly be? How did she do such a feat? How did she take what was not meant to be took? How did she avoid its sight? All the heavens knew was that she stole its light, who knew what untold disaster was would follow the world down below.
Down below was a frost kissed world where silence reined and dreams would sleep and on this frost kissed world, there was nothing around, it was dark cold and barren, with no one in sight. However suddenly there was a terrible power that ignited the air. In that wintery hour, the world grew hot, and the cold turned searing, for "she" carried the stars in mortal sight.
The world was in chaos, but for the first time, the sky was a glorious vibrant crimson, the clouds painted in hues of orange and gold, a splendor of Terrible wonder. For those down below, it was a moment of terror and rebirth. The ice cracked, and the rivers frozen for an age, burst their banks with a mighty roar. But as the chaos subsided, something happened that no one had seen in ages. Green shoots burst forth from the once frozen earth, and the seeds of life began to sprout with astonishing speed and ferocity.
The spark that the heavens tried so hard to desperately hide, she wore it like a crown of pride, for she was the light that broke the dawn of long long night.
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But all fires, no matter how bright, must one day flicker and die. And the heavens, patient and cruel, whispered amongst each other.
'We– Fate had a plan, the stars had their orders, but the girl broke both, and stole what was not meant to be stolen. It was never meant for mortal hands and now she must pay the price.
For a time, her flame lit every valley and hill and sang again where life was spilled, the areas in which silence had once ruled. But in her heart, the ember began to wane, for mortal hearts were never meant to hold the eternal flame.
The light grew heavy, too much to bear and in its endless hunger, it demanded more— it demanded her.
So one night, beneath a sky that no longer knew rest due, the girl vanished beyond the horizon's edge, taking with her the fire she stole into the void.
The world gasped in shock, it had finally tasted the breath of life. It finally felt the warmth of heat, her heat, but before it could cry out and look for her— the rivers stiled, the green shoots shriveled up and died, the crimson sky dimmed to ash and grayed and, the stars sealed their gates in grief and fury
Frost crept once more across the earth's spine, as the world had frozen over once again. Those who survived called it The Second Sleep, the return of the age of silence, and where dreams sleep.
However, from the silence, something stirred, not light,not warmth, but something else
Will
In the years of hollow silence after her vanishing, the world lay silent beneath its crystal tomb. The rivers no longer sang, the trees no longer in bloom, and the sky was a cracked mirror that showed no dawn
The heavens watched on in cold regret.
It wasn't like the heavens was a wrathful being, it ultimately knew what was best, that's why it had the fire hidden away, not out of greed, but out of knowing. If only it wasnt for that fucking theif.
Now, what is done is done, and things can no longer be the same.
Fate whispered to itself,
"The world must learn to live on without her light"
Once the heavens spoke of those words,the Earth below stirred, it also knew that it had to live on without her light. It also knew deep down that it could no longer bear to be frozen after experiencing her light, it had to find and make its own way, just like she did, the Starfall Girl.
Beneath the frozen crust, in caverns where molten lava still throbbed faintly, a tremor began—
Slow, steady, and deliberate.
From the heart of the dying world, freezing world, a dragon was born. He was not born of blood and flesh, but of will, sharpened by the world's despair.
As he rose from the molten dark,the place of its birth, his colossal figure gradually made its appearance. It was as big and vast as the surrounding mountains, perhaps even bigger and his seven heads broke through and melted the gargantuan ice blocks like running water, like it wasn't even there, it was as if each if it's heads were miniature suns.
Each head bore a crown of jagged horns, all bearing unique shapes and geometric shapes. And it's eyes were like shattered stars that burned with different colors– Red for Fury, Silver for discipline, Black for Deception, white for Honor, blue for Resolve, Green for Endurance, and Gold for Sacrifice
When he opened his mouths, no words came
only the cry of war.
the cry of the earth remembering how to fight for life.
He did not roar against the heavens. He did not speak of rebellion against fate. He simply moved through the endless winter and wherever he went, frost bled into mist, revealing the faint scent of spring.
Whereever his wings swept, blizzards shattered. Wherever his claws struck,the frost broke open, and old seeds quivered awake. And in his shadow, even death seemed to flinch, because the 7 headed dragon had accepted how to lose, how to accept defeat. And to learn to die is to be liberated from it
The heavens looked upon him in silence. He was the World's answer to abandonment– a creature born of pain and necessity, forged from the sorrow of all things left behind.
Mountains trembled in the passing of the 7 headed dragon. And in his waking breath, seas boiled beneath him. And shockingly enough, from all that violence, life began anew again.
Though his power brought warmth back to the world, it was not a gentle warmth, not like the warmth of the Starfell girl. It was the heat of conflict– the grinding forge where survival and suffering merge into one. Some whispered that his coming was mercy. Others said that it was punishment. But all agreed on one truth:
That seven headed dragon, he was balance reborn through war