I remember Eldris as a country of beauty and plenty—a land where even the simplest days felt like a holiday. Under the attentive care of our guardians, the dragons, everything seemed possible.
The dragons weren't just massive, fire-breathing legends who were masters at ethercraft; they were our protectors, our symbols of hope. Their graceful flight overhead and the gentle rumble of their wings provided a sense of joy and comfort to our everyday lives. I used to take pride in being the ruler of these magnificent beings, ensuring that our country thrived in peace and prosperity.
But then, life threw us a curveball. It started on an ordinary day, one that should have been filled with the usual hum of daily routines, only to be marred by a betrayal I never saw coming.
