Two years had passed since Vaerion returned to a world that forgot him.
Dragons, once on the brink of extinction, now trained beneath his wing, rising in strength and pride. The hidden valley echoed not with fear, but with the roars of reborn legends.
And yet, even kings may be surprised.
It was Kareth, a crimson-scaled youth, who approached him on the cliffs one evening.
“My King,” the young dragon said, wings trembling. “There is one you must know of… another like you. A Pure-Blood. Ice-born.”
Vaerion turned, eyes narrowing. “What did you say?”
“She lives in the Northern Reaches. They call her Seraphyne. Her breath freezes lakes. Her wings summon blizzards. She commands a brood of her own—hidden from humans, untouched by war.”
An icy Pure-Blood.
A relic like him.
For the first time in centuries, Vaerion felt excitement—not rage, not duty, but challenge. Another sovereign still lived. Another bloodline had survived the purge. He spread his wings without a word and took to the skies, chasing frostwinds to the edge of the world.
The North was cruel, vast, and silent. Snowdrifts swallowed mountains. Glaciers gleamed like glass palaces beneath the stars.
And at its heart… she waited.
Seraphyne, Queen of the Northern Skies, stood alone atop a spire of ice.
Her scales shimmered like silver-blue diamond. Her horns curled like frozen crowns. Eyes of glacial sapphire met his as he descended. She was regal. Untouched. Untamed.
“So,” she said, her voice sharp and calm, “the fire king awakens.”
Vaerion landed with a thud, steam rising where his heat touched her frozen realm. “So it’s true. A Pure-Blood survives. You wear your pride well, Seraphyne.”
“And you bring your flames into my skies,” she replied coldly. “Do you come seeking war?”
“I came,” Vaerion said, stepping closer, “to see if the legends lied.”
He paused, golden eyes taking in her form, her power, her poise.
“They didn’t. You’re… beautiful.”
For a heartbeat, silence.
Then Seraphyne’s eyes narrowed, and a smirk danced across her lips. “Flattery will not spare you, Flame King. If you’ve come for a duel… I accept.”
Vaerion grinned, wings unfolding.
“Good,” he growled. “It’s been too long since I fought someone worthy.”
And so fire met frost in the sky, as two ancient powers clashed—not as enemies, but as equals.
For a heartbeat, silence.
Then Seraphyne’s eyes narrowed, and a smirk touched her lips. “Flattery will not spare you, Flame King. If you’ve come for a duel… I accept.”
Vaerion’s golden eyes gleamed, but he made no move. The wind howled between them as fire met frost—not in combat, but in presence.
“I did not come to strike you down,” he said, his voice calm yet commanding. “I came to see if there was still royalty left in our dying race. And you… you carry it well.”
Seraphyne tilted her head, curious. “Then why seek me?”
“To rebuild what was lost,” he answered. “The world has changed, and dragons are being hunted like beasts. I will not allow it. Join me—or stand in my way.”
She studied him for a long, cold moment. “You speak like a king, yet wear no crown.”
“I wear the fire of the First Flame,” Vaerion replied. “That is all the crown I need.”
The icy queen turned, wings unfurling like sheets of moonlight. She lifted off the spire with grace, her voice trailing on the wind.
“Then come find me again, Vaerion. If you truly wish a queen by your side… earn her.”
And with that, she vanished into the snowstorm, leaving steam in her wake where her cold had kissed his fire.
Vaerion watched the skies long after she was gone, a rare smile pulling at his lips.
“Beautiful,” he whispered once more. “And dangerous. Just how I like it.”
❄️ Seraphyne – The Ice-Blood Dragon Queen
Race: Pure-Blood Ice Dragon
Forms: Human and Dragon
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