The Last Ember of Elloria
In the land of Elloria, where mountains whispered secrets and rivers sang lullabies, a tiny ember flickered beneath the roots of the World Tree. This ember was no ordinary flame—it was the last spark of dragonfire, hidden away after the dragons vanished a thousand years ago.
Talia, a curious orphan who lived in a treehouse with her talking squirrel companion, Bramble, stumbled upon the ember during a game of hide-and-seek. As she touched it, the ember flared to life and whispered ancient words into her heart. The world was dying, and only dragonfire could awaken it.
With Bramble riding on her shoulder, Talia journeyed across icy peaks, through shadowed forests, and across endless deserts, chased by shadow wraiths who wanted the ember for darkness. Along the way, she met a one-eyed knight who had once loved a dragon, and a lonely cloud spirit who wept rain over parched lands.
At the peak of Mount Cinderglow, Talia placed the ember on a stone altar. The sky split open with golden light, and from the ember rose a dragon made of starlight and flame. It roared—not in fury, but in joy—and with a single breath, it reignited the magic of Elloria.
Talia became the first Dragonkeeper in a thousand years, and under her care, Elloria bloomed once more.
And far beneath the World Tree, a new ember began to stir.
— The End —
