In the ancient world of Tharalon, where time itself seemed to breathe in harmony with the land, two mighty races ruled the realms — the dinosaurs and the dragons.
The Dino Tribe held dominion over the vast jungles and the deep, glittering seas. Their roots ran deep into the soil, their lives bound to the pulse of the earth. The Dragon Tribe soared above the towering mountain ranges and endless skies, their power drawn from the wind, clouds, and fire.
For centuries, the border between these two worlds was marked by the Stone of Aethras — a towering shard of enchanted crystal that shimmered with golden light. Legend claimed the gods themselves placed it there to keep the tribes apart, for the magic within its core balanced the elements of land and sky. Without it, war was inevitable.
At the heart of the Dino Tribe, deep in the emerald jungle, Chief Raxos paced within the stone-ringed council circle. A battle-scarred Tyrannosaurus, his hide bore the marks of a hundred victories. His amber eyes were sharp, restless. Though age had streaked his scales with grey, the fire in him was far from dimmed. He valued strength above all else — and strength, he believed, was what kept the dragons in check.
Far above, across the roaring wind currents, Queen Skyflame ruled from her volcanic citadel. Her crimson scales glowed like molten rock in sunlight, her wings casting vast shadows over the mountains. She was fierce and unyielding, her belief in dominance through fire and flight unshaken. To her, peace was not trust — it was merely the space between battles.
For generations, an uneasy truce had held, but on the night of the Eclipse of Blood, that peace cracked. The sky turned a deep crimson as the moon swallowed the sun's light. It was a time of omens, and the air was thick with unease.
In the jungle, a thunder of hooves and claws echoed through the night as messengers raced to Chief Raxos. "The Stone of Aethras!" one cried. "It's gone!"
Raxos froze, his talons digging into the earth. The magic barrier between the tribes… shattered? His mind raced with fury and suspicion. "The dragons," he growled, the words dripping with venom. "They've finally made their move."
At that same moment, high in the mountains, Queen Skyflame's sentinels brought her the same news. The stone had vanished in the blink of an eye, its golden light snuffed out. She narrowed her eyes, smoke curling from her nostrils. "The dinos," she hissed. "They think they can seize the skies? I will burn their jungles to ash."
Neither side knew who had taken the stone. Neither side cared to ask. Accusations would fly with the same swiftness as claws and fire. The balance of Tharalon was broken, and the first drums of war began to beat in the hearts of both tribes.
Far away, deep in the shadowed lands where neither dragon nor dinosaur ruled, a pair of glowing eyes watched the chaos unfold… and smiled.