I am the Great Storm Dragon, Veldora—one of the Four True Dragons, a being of the highest existence in the world. A creature of infinite power, beyond mortal understanding. Feared. Worshipped. Hated.
I was born in the Heavenly Star Palace. My siblings were legendary:
Veldanava, the Star King Dragon.
Velzard, the White Ice Dragon.
Velgrynd, the Scorching Flame Dragon.
And then there was me—Veldora, the Storm Dragon. The youngest of us.
But I was never truly… one of them.
I remember the early days—brief and blurry. I stayed with them for only a few days after my birth. But even then, I could feel it. I didn't belong. Not really. We weren't close. Not like real siblings. Not like family.
Velzard, my elder sister, was cold, strict, terrifying when angry. She tried to teach me control, discipline... but I was a newborn dragon, only days old. Her lessons meant little to me at the time.
Velgrynd was the opposite—fiery, impulsive, doting. She spoiled me, cuddled me, defended me when Velzard was too harsh. But even she had her limits.
They raised me differently. Argued constantly—about how I should act, how I should fight, how I should fly.
Veldanava, our eldest brother, was supposed to mediate, but he rarely helped. He just disappeared whenever things got hard.
I was left alone—young, confused, bursting with uncontrollable power.
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As a young True Dragon, I radiated magicules even when I didn't mean to. Every time I flew over a forest, storms would follow. Winds howled, lightning struck, thunder rolled behind me. My emotions leaked into the air, creating devastating weather phenomena. My overflowing magicules gave birth to monsters—S-rank, A-rank horrors with no mind and no purpose but destruction.
I never intended to hurt anyone. But wherever I went, destruction followed. Human settlements were blown away. Villages reduced to rubble. Fields flooded. Thousands died. The monsters born from my power ravaged the land.
And so, the humans began to fear me.
Then hate me.
Then hunt me.
They called me a monster. A calamity. A disaster.
I asked Veldanava to teach me to control myself—to help me stabilize my powers. But he always dodged my requests. He gave excuses or vanished before I could reach him.
When I turned to Velzard, she scolded me, called me weak, unworthy of being a True Dragon. When I sought out Velgrynd, she grew angry that I had gone to Velzard first. Their jealousy sparked battles between them—storms of fire and ice that ravaged continents.
Eventually, I stopped asking for help.
I wandered the world. Alone. Dangerous. A threat to everything around me.
And then… I lost control.
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Six Thousand Years Later: Night Rose City
A peaceful city nestled in a valley between mountains. A place where humans and vampires lived in harmony. Built on trust, trade, and hope under the guidance of Luminous Valentine.
And I destroyed it.
Some high-ranking humans tried to use mind control on me. They wanted to enslave me—use me as a weapon. That insult alone was enough. Combine that with my boredom, and…
One roar.
One burst of power.
And the entire city was gone.
Ash. Smoke. Screams. Silence.
The storm inside me had grown too strong.
And then… she came.
Velzard.
She descended from the sky like a wrathful goddess. She didn't speak. Didn't ask. Didn't give me a chance to explain.
Just one breath.
A frozen wind that stilled time itself.
That pierced dimensions.
And I died.
But death is nothing to a True Dragon.
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Discipline Through Death
It wasn't the first time Velzard killed me. Every time I lost control, every time I "misbehaved," she ended me. It was her way of disciplining me.
But we True Dragons are immortal. We cannot die permanently. When we're destroyed, we eventually return—revived with some of our memories lost. But otherwise unchanged.
Veldanava once granted ultimate skills to Velzard and Velgrynd when they learned to control their magicules and gained humanoid forms.
But I?
I never learned control.
Never gained a human form.
So I never received an ultimate skill.
Despite being the so-called "Creator God" who formed the multiverse and gave rise to countless beings, Veldanava was—let's be honest—a lazy dude.
I even heard he had a daughter with a human woman.
And I'm 102% sure he let himself die just to avoid paying child support.
To be continued...