FaYzuma: Master of All Dragon

On the day when the sacred land of the dragons was nearly consumed by darkness, almost half of the dragon population was brutally slaughtered by only five individuals from the enemy side. Unfortunately, at that very moment, a child was being born—the child of a renowned dragon and a human sorceress.

Right after his birth, the baby was sent away using teleportation magic to a place even the caster herself did not know. However, the baby was given a name before being sent off. His name was... FaYzuma.

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As FaYzuma cried loudly, a silver-haired woman arrived and gently lulled the small baby with her soothing voice and soft melody. Not long after, FaYzuma fell asleep peacefully. The woman then carried the baby to a safer place—her own home.

Her house was extremely unique. It was a house within a massive tree—or more precisely, a living tree house. Its structure remained strong, showing no signs of damage, as if the house itself was truly alive.

Upon entering the house, FaYzuma was welcomed by branches that moved on their own, gently carrying him. His resting place was prepared from a bundle of leaves and wood that felt unusually soft and comfortable.

At that moment, the woman introduced herself to FaYzuma. "My name is Llione. I'm a teacher and a sword specialist at the Royal Thyrus Magic Academy. My age... 16. Luckily you're just a baby—otherwise, you'd probably be shocked by my job at such a young age," she said with a cheerful smile.

After introducing herself, Llione fed FaYzuma and lulled him back to sleep.

—The next morning, the weather was bright and cheerful. Birds chirped happily, deer outside the house fed on mushrooms, and the tree house was filled with a lively atmosphere—all centered around the little baby FaYzuma.

Unexpectedly, FaYzuma was very mischievous when interacting with the tree, yet very affectionate when with Llione. The tree, named Deshret, began to feel overwhelmed taking care of the baby. He complained to Llione through a linking spell, expressing his exhaustion since Llione often had to go to the academy, and their home was quite far from the kingdom.

"Don't worry, kids are always mischievous. Just like we were back when you were still a tiny sprout. Be patient, Deshret," Llione replied calmly.

But suddenly, FaYzuma released a small flame—startling Deshret. Even more shocking, FaYzuma began to coat himself in fire magic.

"Oh no! He's activating Ultra Dynamic now?!" Deshret shouted in panic.

Deshret tried to contact Llione but failed. Helplessly, he could only watch as his home began to burn. In the midst of the flames, the silhouette of a massive dragon appeared, turning its gaze toward Deshret and suffocating him with its terrifying aura alone.

However, in the blink of an eye, everything returned to normal. Only a few burnt blades of grass remained as evidence. Deshret quickly entered the house and took care of FaYzuma, who was now asleep on the sofa.

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When Llione returned home, she was greeted by Deshret with a cheerful expression. "Hey Deshret, want to hear some good news?" Llione asked excitedly. Deshret nodded eagerly.

"I just won the Best Instructor award this year!" she said proudly.

Deshret shook her hand, congratulating her with a grateful expression. After that, Llione split herself into two—one perfect clone marked by faint crack-like patterns in her hair.

One version of Llione lay down in exhaustion, while the other played affectionately with FaYzuma and took him out for a walk.

With slow steps through the ever-misty Amarashik Forest, Llione’s shoes pressed against wet leaves while FaYzuma rested calmly in her arms. Suddenly, the atmosphere turned silent. Even the birds stopped chirping.

Llione observed her surroundings. With her sharp instincts, she knew something was watching. Without hesitation, she threw three poisoned knives toward the opposite direction—but they melted instantly.

Llione tried to escape with FaYzuma, striking the ground to form a teleportation mirror. However, the mirror was shattered by a throw of heated steel.

The enemy revealed itself from illusion magic—a renowned dragon with an overwhelmingly terrifying aura.

"Release the baby," the dragon commanded.

"Why? This baby is none of your business, dragon!" Llione replied, readying her sword.

"That is my child. You are merely a human unworthy of touching him!" the dragon snarled.

The battle began. The dragon launched rapid attacks of small heated steel projectiles. Llione deflected some, but many struck her body.

"You can't even withstand my weakest attacks. How do you expect to protect him?!"

"Even if I'm weak, I will protect him with all my heart!" Llione shouted while kneeling, covered in wounds and blood.

"One more thing... he is not your child! I—" Llione insisted.

"He is my child... the one you stole... from his destiny."

Llione began to waver but still defended FaYzuma. She shattered a special mirror and teleported away with the baby. The dragon did not stop her, only leaving a warning: "You will never be able to protect him forever."

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Llione, severely injured, arrived in front of her home and collapsed, unconscious with FaYzuma crying in her arms. Deshret heard the cries and rushed out, shocked by their condition.

Without wasting time, Deshret brought Llione to a special treatment room. He tried various healing magic techniques, but none worked—only able to temporarily hold her condition.

Nearly losing hope, Deshret remembered a forbidden technique of the tree kind: to sacrifice one's own life to save a soul that cannot be healed.

Inside a root-filled chamber glowing with faint green light, Deshret stood firm. His wooden body pulsed slowly, like a heart making a decision.

"I have tried everything... But this wound is not merely physical—it has torn your soul, and the soul cannot be healed with ordinary magic."

Leaves began to fall slowly from his body, one by one, as if time itself had slowed.

"So allow me to become the soil... and the roots... so that you may live again."

Deshret lowered himself, touching Llione’s forehead with a delicate, golden-glowing branch. A warm light spread and embraced her like a final hug.

"You once saved me from fire... now let me return a little of that light."

Deshret’s wooden body began to harden into stone... the green slowly fading into dull gray. His voice faded like the last wind before silence.

His final words: "Sorry... that I won't get to see you smile... one more time..."

At last, Deshret stood frozen like a beautiful statue left behind by time. The light in the room slowly dimmed, leaving only the sound of falling leaves—and Llione, who opened her eyes once more, her wounds healed... but her heart shattered.

The room remained dim. The roots that once pulsed with healing magic were now silent. Llione slowly opened her eyes. Her first breath felt deep—free from the pain that once gripped her body.

She sat up, looking around in confusion. Her chest rose and fell slowly.

Then... she remembered.

"Deshret... how long was I unconscious?... Deshret?"

Her gaze shifted to the center of the room. There stood Deshret—motionless, no longer alive. His wooden body had turned dull gray, like a living statue finally at rest.

Llione trembled. "No... you can't... you can't..."

She crawled toward him, her fingers touching the now cold, hardened wood. No pulse. No response.

Tears fell freely. She leaned against him, gripping the roots that were once warm.

"You promised... we would stay together from when I was small... until I succeeded..."

FaYzuma crawled into her lap, as if trying to comfort her.

Llione remained there, dozing while seated, with FaYzuma sleeping peacefully in her arms. But suddenly, the ground beneath Deshret pulsed faintly with warmth.

A small crack appeared at the base of the roots. From within, a glowing green sprout slowly emerged. It was small—but alive... and aware.

Llione jolted awake, her swollen eyes filled with hope.

"Deshret...?"

The sprout moved slightly toward FaYzuma, as if greeting him. FaYzuma opened his eyes, smiled, and raised his hand as though recognizing an old friend.

Llione fell silent.

Something subtle flowed from the sprout—not a voice, not words... but the same memories.

"You... were reborn?"

The small sprout released a softly glowing leaf. Llione touched it gently, and in an instant, the final memory of Deshret appeared—both a farewell and a new beginning.

"With hope... Deshret’s seed... you will grow alongside FaYzuma."

She smiled faintly.

"Take care of him... just as Deshret once took care of me."Llione stood up, carrying the small sprout and FaYzuma out of the treatment room into the kitchen. She put on an apron and prepared to cook.

"So... what should I cook today?" she wondered. An idea came to her, and she began cutting herbs and ingredients.

After a short break, Llione went to the living room to entertain the sprout and FaYzuma.

Suddenly, she remembered something.

"Come to think of it, it’s better if I give you a name," she said while looking at the sprout. The sprout moved as if agreeing.

"Alright, since you agree... hmm... let me think!" she said excitedly.

Black smoke began to gather on the ceiling. Llione suddenly remembered her cooking and rushed back to the kitchen.

Meanwhile, the sprout approached FaYzuma, inviting him to play with its leaves, which it could now slightly control despite being only a small rootling.

Back in the kitchen, Llione looked at the burnt food on the table—but remained calm. She summoned magical mirrors around the food and fired green glowing magic at them. The magic reflected between the mirrors and struck the food—instantly restoring it to fresh, perfectly cooked condition.

At the dining table, the food was neatly arranged. Llione fed FaYzuma while still thinking of a name for the sprout.

"Since I’m the one naming you... you have to agree, okay?" Llione said.

Then she continued,

"You were born from sacrifice. So... Sacri. Your name will carry that memory forever."

The atmosphere fell silent—but not empty. It was peaceful. In a house filled with Deshret’s legacy, that day felt like the safest place in the world.