A strange, dark blue egg fell from the sky onto the Fire Dragons' planet. No one knew where it came from or how it got there. The fire dragons, with their battle-worn scales and sharp eyes, circled the egg, their instincts on high alert. This was no ordinary egg. As the hours passed, the air grew tense, and finally, the shell began to crack open.
A dark blue hatchling emerged.
The dragons stared, unable to comprehend what they were seeing.
The elder, massive and scarred from countless battles, stepped forward. His voice was cold, laced with suspicion. "Get rid of it, it could be a threat!" he muttered under his breath.
Before anyone could react, the elder lunged, claws raised to strike.
But the hatchling moved instinctively.
A violent burst of wind erupted from the hatchlings body, knocking the elder and the other dragons back with a force that left the air crackling. His untrained wings flapped desperately in an attempt to fly.
After alot of effort he broke free into the air.
He struggled, the sky beneath him a vast, threatening expanse. But his instincts pushed him forward—higher, farther.
Behind him, the elder's roar grew louder, soon joined by the enraged cries of others. Flames tore through the air as they pursued him, their heat threatening to consume him.
They wouldn't stop until he was dead.
His body strained as he fought to gain altitude.
Lightning surged through the air, casting jagged streaks across the night sky. But it wasn't enough. The pursuing dragons were relentless, their fire twisting through the air like ropes of death.
In one final, desperate move, he dove.
Then, with a surge of power, he ascended. His body fighting gravity and the overwhelming force of the dragons' pursuit. After a while of flying flying dodging he finally managed to break through the clouds, into the cold, star-filled sky.
The Fire Dragons didn't follow.
He was free.
Space stretched before him, vast and endless.
He flew through the void, the ache in his wings growing every second. He had no direction. No purpose. He was a creature without roots, without a name.
Days passed—or maybe weeks. Time blurred. He was alone.
The weight of his isolation pressed heavily on him. His heart ached with a deep, gnawing emptiness. He longed for something—anything—that might fill the void within him. The endless stretch of space did not offer comfort; it offered only more of the same. The feeling of being lost. The feeling of being nothing.
Then, one day, he spotted a small planet below. Its surface was mostly barren, dotted with jagged mountains and craggy cliffs. A place quite different to the fire dragons planet yet a place to land, a place that might offer the food his starving body demanded. He descended toward it, his wings sore from the strain of constant flight. He needed rest. He needed to find sustenance.
He landed on the rocky surface, his claws scraping against the rough ground as he touched down. His body trembled from exhaustion and hunger.
He began to hunt.
Massive, muscular beasts with thick fur and strong legs roamed the planet's surface. They were fierce creatures sure, but they were no match for him.
With the speed of a storm, he pounced. His teeth sank into their flesh, tearing through the meat with savage hunger. The taste was strange, unfamiliar. But it filled his stomach.
He devoured, fed, and rested. Yet, the gnawing feeling femained. The quiet of the planet was suffocating. It wrapped around him like a blanket of silence, the weight of his solitude pressing down harder with every passing moment.
Was this to be his life forever?
Days blended into one another as he continued his hunt, roaming the barren landscape in search of more food. But no matter how much he ate, there was an emptiness he couldn't escape. It lived in his chest, a constant reminder of the one thing he lacked—identity.
Who was he?
What was he meant for?
He had no answers. Only more questions.
And then, something strange happened.
As he chased down his prey one evening, a bolt of lightning surged from his wings, arcing through the air and striking the creature. It died instantly, its body charred and blackened. The crackling energy startled him, but it didn't hurt. It felt… natural. As if the storm inside him had always been there, just waiting for him to unleash it.
The electricity surged from him again, this time on purpose. He felt it racing through his veins, a force he couldn't fully control but could use. It was an extension of himself. A part of who he was. But still, it didn't satisfy the emptiness inside him.
Over the next few months, he began to experiment. He unleashed the lightning in short bursts, feeling the power surge through his wings and tail. He could strike like a storm—quick, precise, but uncontrollable. He was powerful, far more so than he had ever imagined.
But the power didn't fill the hole inside him. It only made the isolation feel sharper. The loneliness felt more unbearable with every passing day.
As the months stretched into a year, the planet began to feel like a prison. He had learned to survive, sure. But surviving wasn't living. And he still didn't know who he was. What his purpose was.
One night, after another long hunting session, he sat alone beneath the cold stars. They seemed distant, indifferent, cold. They looked down on him, but they didn't care.
The stars were no different from the empty stretch of space around him. No different from the emptiness in his heart.
He couldn't stay here. He couldn't live in this cold void forever.
He needed more than survival. He needed a reason to exist—a purpose beyond the endless hunt. Something to fill the hole inside him. He needed to know who he was, and what he was meant for.
With a single, decisive beat of his wings, he rose into the sky. His wings carried him higher, further into the unknown.
He didn't know what waited for him. But he couldn't stay. Not anymore.