Author's point of view... The seven-coloured dragon spirit roared, its presence overwhelming the cavern. In just a fraction of a second, the tide seems to be turned. The ultimate white dragon instantly bowed, lowering its head in submission, its pride and fury melting away in the face of the Dragon God's power. "I submit to the dragon god. I...I admit my defeat," it said, its voice trembling. Aryan glared at it with many questions lurking in his mind. He knew that his fighting spirit was strong but he never imagined that he possessed a spirit of dragon god. It was unbelievable. No wonder his fighting spirit had an incomparable ego. "You are the true heir of the Dragon God's legacy." the ultimate white dragon spoke out, submissively. The rage in its eyes and the attitude he had before all dissolved in no time. "You can kill me and obtain my beast core" The white dragon respectfully moved its head towards Aryan, closing its eyes. Aryan, still enveloped in the light of th
Author's point of view... In a dark citadel, where shadows danced and darkness reigned, an ancient force awoke. The Black Dragon King, the lord of the Dark Race, opened his crimson eyes, their malevolent glow piercing the thick gloom. The power of the Dragon God's reincarnation had shattered the tranquillity of his slumber, filling him with a rage and a sense of impending confrontation. "The Dragon God has returned," the Black Dragon King hissed, his voice a low, thunderous growl. "The balance is shifting. I will not allow the light to rise again." As he flew out of the chamber, transforming into his real self after so long, his colossal form uncoiled from the shadows, black scales glistening with a sinister sheen. He stretched his wings, sending a wave of dark energy rippling through his realm. The Dark Race, feeling the awakening of their master, responded with fervent anticipation. From every corner of the dark citadel, creatures of shadow emerged, their eyes glowing
Author's point of view... Aryan stared at the calendar on the table and commanded in a panic. "What is the date today?" he couldn't believe what his eyes were revealing and so he wanted to clarify his doubt with his ears. "It's TENTH of APRIL, master" the calendar retorted firmly. Aryan froze momentarily. He couldn't just take in the reality. He squinted his eyes and grabbed his head as he felt that his whole world had stirred for a second. "Just what on earth is happening??" He was sure about the time he spent during his training in the magical land, more than a year. But to his surprise, it seemed that no time had passed at all. How could it be? Aryan had been gone for what felt like an eternity, but as he re-entered his daily life, he discovered that he had travelled back into the past. As he was struggling to digest the reality, there was a familiar knock on the door. Someone was beating the library door desperately as if their life depended on it. "Open the doo
Author's point of view... Late that night, Aryan made his way to the secluded corner of the family estate where his grandfather’s tomb stood. The ancient stone was eerily glowing in the moonlight, and the trees around it were whispering secrets to the night wind. Aryan’s heart was heavy with questions, and he hoped his grandfather’s spirit could provide the answers he sought. Reaching inside, he cleaned everything and knelt before the tomb, closing his eyes and focusing on the bond he shared with his grandfather. The air grew colder, and a faint mist began to swirl around him. Aryan felt a presence materializing, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the translucent figure of his grandfather standing before him. "Grandpa..." Aryan began, his voice trembling, "I need your guidance. I’ve been through so much, and I don’t understand what’s happening. Why does it feel like no time has passed since I left?" His grandfather’s spirit smiled warmly. "I know everything, Aryan
Author's point of view... Aryan looked around, he was helpless. No matter how he thought, there was no way he could escape this. Before he could do anything to keep himself safe, the black figure had already launched an aggressive attack on him. It was evident that the attack was strong as she had focused every inch of her spiritual power to make him dead. However just as the fire attack reached him, he felt the force of the attack pushing him back, but weirdly, instead of feeling pain, he felt something within him snap awake. A surge of energy, wild and untamed, coursed through his veins. The blue spiritual fire which wasn't even flickering all this while, had now ignited around him, enveloping him in a protective aura. "It's..." Aryan exclaimed in astonishment, "It's back..." he couldn't believe that his powers were back. The blue flames danced around his body, illuminating the dark street with a mesmerizing glow. Aryan felt weightless as if the fire had lifted him off t
Author's point of view... Aryan awoke with a start to the sound of frantic knocking on his door. He sprang out of bed, his heart racing as he sensed the urgency in the pounding. He swung the door open to find his sister's fragile and sweaty figure standing right before him. Alia was standing there, her face pale with fear. “Aryan! You need to come quickly!” she gasped, her eyes wide with panic. "What...?" Aryan couldn't hold his panic, "What's wrong?" he asked immediately. “Monsters are attacking the world! Father and all our uncles are on the battlefield fighting them" Aryan's mind raced as he quickly snapped out of the daze. The blue spiritual fire within him flickered, responding to his rising determination. He knew this moment would come, but it felt too soon. He turned to Alia, his expression resolute. “Stay here and keep everyone safe,” he instructed, his voice firm but gentle. “I’ll handle this.” Alia looked surprised, she immediately snapped back, "What
Author's point of view... As the father and son pair slowly walked towards their house, there was a dangerous blast behind them which almost shook the entire ground they were standing on. "What the hell was that?" both of them exclaimed in shock. As they turned around to see, they saw a huge smoke cloud in the sky right in the direction of their school. "Did someone blow off the school building?" Aryan wondered louder and his father was perplexed but soon regained his composure. He looked at Aryan who was looking at the smoke intriguingly. "We need to go see what is happening there, Father" Aryan was about to rush but his father grabbed his wrist to stop him. "Yes, we need to confirm what happened but you will stay here" Aryan was shocked. "No...I can't...I have to go there, Father" Aryan protested only to be stopped by his father. All his struggles and protests were in vain as Aryan's father sealed his accu-points and locked him up in his room. "I am sorry kid, but I c
Author's point of view... "The Guardian...!!" As the Golden light began to fade slightly, everyone stared at the figure. Aryan's father's eyes widened as recognition dawned upon him. "Could it be..." his mind swirled in surprise. The person before his eyes looked so familiar but still, he couldn't think of his son. There's no way that this was Aryan...! He thought again and again. Aryan raised his hands in the air and the blue fire blazed around him. Everyone looked at him in awe. "Blue fire...!" one of Aryan's uncles recognised the fire. "Is that the heavenly blue fire?" They couldn't believe that someone among them had that legendary blue spiritual fire in them. "How could it be?" Aryan's father still couldn't believe his intuition. He struggled to gather his strength and stood up slowly. Taking small steps towards the guardian, his jaw dropped in disbelief. "Aa...Aryan...!!" he muttered to himself. "Aryan!" his father called out when he could finall