Prologue
⚠️ Mature Content Warning This story contains violent scenes including death, killing and graphic content. If such content makes you uncomfortable please read with caution.
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This is Part One of the fantasy-action series The Frozen Myth — a journey into magical realms where mythical creatures awaken and legends come alive. From the very beginning to the final chapter of the series, you will be drawn into a world of fantasy, power, Pain, mystery, Romance, and destiny.
Part One is titled: The Weakest Awakens.
If you enjoy this first part, do let me know so I can continue writing the next chapters of the saga.
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Prologue
The world is vast — seventy percent of its surface swallowed by restless waters, the remaining thirty percent claimed by land. It is a world kissed by the heavens, blessed by gods, and shaped by the hands of legendary clans who have ruled both earth and sea since the dawn of time.
Among all clans, six stand above the rest.
The Long, Feng, Lang, Hai, Sen, and Mo — the six great clans — are spoken of in hushed reverence across every kingdom. Their supernatural powers are unmatched, their bloodlines ancient and untouchable. Where they walk, the ground trembles. Where they rule, none dare challenge.
Each clan carries the blessing of a divine bloodline:
The Long clan — heirs to the Dragon God, masters of fire and ferocious beasts. The Feng clan — born of the Phoenix God, wielders of sacred flame and rebirth. The Lang clan — bound to Fenrir, the great wolf god, their warriors carrying the strength and instinct of the beast. The Hai clan — children of the God of the Sea, commanders of water and ocean depths. The Sen clan — Earth Binders, blessed by the God of Nature, shapers of land and life. And the Mo clan — the Dark Royal clan, touched by the Raven of the Abyss, wielding darkness itself as both weapon and throne.
Though all six clans are formidable, two names echo louder than the rest — Long and Feng. For they alone control the fire dragons and the phoenixes, creatures regarded across all realms as the ultimate symbols of power and dominance.
Yet even among the powerful, there are those who are forgotten.
Long Wei, King of the Dragon’s Fire Kingdom, rules his realm with iron authority. He takes three consorts — his principal wife, Long Yue of the Phoenix Kingdom, who bears him a crown prince, Long Zhiyu, and a daughter, Long Xia. His second consort, Long Lian of the Hai clan, gives him a son — Long Lie. His third consort, Long Ruoxi, born of the Dragon Kingdom itself, bears him another son — Long Kael.
Long Wei’s heart, however, belongs to Lian.
He first laid eyes on her during a royal visit to the Hai clan’s kingdom — a breathtaking frozen realm known as the Kingdom of Tides. Lian, daughter of its reigning king, was as beautiful and untamed as the icy waters of her homeland. Their union, though extraordinary, came with consequences written into their son’s very blood.
Born of fire and water, Long Lie was a contradiction from his first breath.
He carried the dual affinity of two opposing elements — fire inherited from his father’s Dragon bloodline, water flowing through him from his mother’s Hai lineage. But fate, it seemed, had chosen a side. From birth, Long Lie leaned toward water. Fire — the very essence of his kingdom, his clan, his legacy — refused to answer his call.
In a kingdom built on the power of ferocious, untamable fire dragons, Long Lie was an anomaly. A shame whispered about in palace corridors and clan halls alike. While his siblings and clansmen commanded dragons with ease, Long Lie could not even stand in their presence without fear clawing at his chest. Controlling fire was already beyond him — taming a dragon was an entirely different world he could not touch.
By the time he reached nineteen, nothing had changed.
He remained weak. Powerless. Mocked by an entire kingdom that had long since stopped expecting anything from him.
This is his story — of a boy crushed beneath the weight of a bloodline he cannot wield, rising through pain and humiliation toward a power so ancient, so forgotten, that even the gods no longer speak its name.
