The citrine crown of sapphire

In the vast celestial universe lay Aureldor, a realm once was a land where three great races coexisted beneath crystal skies:

• Mage Elves — Masters of arcane light, blessed with ageless wisdom and ruling gracefully over Aureldor .

. Dragons — Eternal beings forged from ember and storm, bound by honor and pride,Reside in mountains.

Humans — The youngest, fragile yet brave, forever striving, forever caught between reverence and rebellion. humans bled and suffered while dragons roared and elves ruled. But humans didn’t rely on magic or fire — they turned to technology.

Some humans still honor elves. Some worship dragons. But many dream of a human-led empire, believing both ancient races are too arrogant to rule.

For centuries, harmony flourished under the elves’ rule. Magic was shared. Trade thrived

Until Dragon Pride shattered it all.

The Sparks of War:

The dragons—ancient and proud—grew weary of bowing to the elves. To them, no creature born of flesh and frailty should rule over flame and flight.

When the Elven Council attempted to bind the dragons with new magic laws,

The Dragon lord stood atop the highest peak and roared one decree heard across the realm:

“We were born of starfire and storm. No elf shall clip our wings. No law shall seal our breath. If magic seeks to tame the dragon, then flame shall swallow magic!”

Thus began the War of Sundering, tearing Aureldor apart.

🔥 The First Flight of War began.

Dragons descended like meteors upon elven spires. Cities of silver turned to ash.

The elves fought back with blinding light and enchanted armies.

The fragile peace of Aureldor shattered overnight.

Grand Hall of castle—

The tension was thicker than smoke. High elven lords sat in a crescent of moonstone thrones, faces pale with worry as distant dragon roars echoed across the sky.

Elf king: The message has been sent,” he declared.

“Soon, human reinforcements will arrive. Alone, our magic cannot quell those beastly creatures. We must forge alliance — even if it costs us our pride.”

Murmurs rippled through the council. Elves… siding with humans?

Unseen by them, just beyond the open doors, Princess Aeralyn, daughter of the Elf King, stood in the shadows of the corridor.

With silent grace, she turned and ran.

She looked back once—at the towering silver spires of her home. The place she was born. The place that would soon burn,

She raised her palm. A burst of light crackled around her — and in a flash, she vanished.

Reappearing miles away.

At the edge of the human residence.

She drew up her hood, hiding her glowing eyes.

Humans were stockpiling weapons for a war no one wanted to name aloud.

Aeralyn stood before the worn wooden door of a secluded human house. Lantern light flickered against her pale face as she hesitated—

Then knocked.

The door swung open.

A tall man stood there — the one she had risked everything for. His eyes widened in disbelief.

Man (shocked, voice low): Aeralyn? …You— you came here alone?

She nodded, breathing unsteadily.

Aeralyn: Yes. And I’ve decided… I will stay with you. Forever.

He stepped back, conflicted, running his hand through his hair.

Man: Don’t say that. Your father will never allow it — and the war— it’s already at our gates!

Aeralyn’s voice cracked.

Aeralyn: No one will survive in this war. Not elves. Not humans. So let us die together… if we must.

Tears welled in her eyes. Her trembling hand moved to her stomach.

For a heartbeat — silence.

His gaze followed her touch.

A breath hitched in his throat.

Man (stunned): …Aeralyn. Tell me— is it true?

She swallowed hard, whispering:

Aeralyn: I carry your child.

His expression shattered. All hesitation vanished.

He stepped forward and wrapped her in a fierce embrace, burying his face in her shoulder.

Man (voice trembling): Oh, my love…

Aeralyn (weakly smiling through tears): I had nowhere else to go.

And the choas begin with The fall of the elves and humans and the rise of Dragon Era…

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To be continued………