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Silence reigned in the cave. The thick black walls and Rion's heavy breathing echoed in the darkness. The damp air and the water droplets trickling down the stones deepened the gloom even further.
Rion looked at Noa, who lay unconscious beside him. Her blood-red eyes slowly opened, then closed again. In a low voice, Rion asked:
"What did you say?"
Noa's lips barely moved. Her voice was so faint that in the deathly silence of the cave, only Rion could hear it.
"We… have to leave now… I'll explain everything later… but for now…"
Rion stared at her for a moment. His face held a mixture of gravity and hesitation. Then he closed his eyes. In that instant, a powerful tremor ran through his broad shoulders. A few seconds later, two enormous wings tore free from his back, shaking the cave and ripping through the air with a resonant crack.
In a voice filled with anxiety, he whispered:
"I never wanted to see you in such a pitiful state."
His eyes burned. With a trace of doubt he added:
"The moment I spread my wings, they'll find me. But… it doesn't matter anymore. They're already watching."
Carefully, he lifted Noa onto his back. Though his body was powerful, he raised her with the gentlest movements and walked toward the narrow passage ahead. With every step, the stones groaned under the weight.
Emerging from the dark cave, a vast forest opened before them. Towering trees stretched toward the sky, their leaves whispering in the wind, spreading the enchantment of the night. Above, thousands of stars glittered — Siamond and Ruya. Siamond burned lower and closer, while Ruya shone higher and more distant, radiating an aura of dominion.
Rion lifted his head to the sky. For a moment his heart sank. These stars had always been omens for dragons. Near and far, warm and cold — they forever stood in opposition to each other.
Perhaps the path ahead of us will split the same way, he thought.
He took a deep breath, bent his knees, and launched himself upward with immense force. His crimson wings spread wide, lifting him into the sky with tremendous power. The wind swirled, rustling the branches below.
Noa lay limply across his back, still unconscious, yet a faint crimson glow emanated from her body. Those rays troubled Rion's heart.
Looking down at her, he furrowed his brows and murmured:
"What kind of power is this…?"
The higher he flew, the harder the wind struck. The trees below shrank smaller and smaller.
As he soared on, dark clouds drifted beside him and storm winds clawed at his wings. No matter how high he climbed, he could not shake off the heaviness inside him.
"Noa… you're growing stronger… but if you become too powerful, please don't push me aside," Rion whispered.
Noa, half-conscious, seemed to hear his voice. Her lips trembled and a faint whisper escaped:
"I will… take everything… my revenge… and the lives of everyone who made even an inch of ground feel narrow to me."
Rion narrowed his eyes. There was no cruelty in his gaze — only burning resolve. He gave a faint smile.
"Very well. First, we find a safe place."
His crimson wings stretched across the boundless night sky, carrying them toward an uncertain path.
At that moment, inside the fortress
The soldiers who had fallen behind finally reached the castle. Their faces were pale, their eyes bloodshot with fear. Kneeling, they spoke over one another:
"My lord, we saw him… he was no ordinary being."
"His aura… it was terrifying. A thirst for blood!"
"We cannot stand against that power, my lord! His desire to kill crushes everything!"
The commander remained silent for a long time. His face showed no expression, yet a spark of memory flickered in his eyes.
" Crimson aura, you say?" he asked slowly.
"Yes, my lord! Similar to yours… but twisted into bloodlust."
The commander's lips quivered. He turned toward the window. Outside, Ruya and Siamond burned in the sky. He whispered to himself:
"A boy once called talentless and cursed… an exiled prince… has awakened such power? I thought they would take him quickly. That's why he was sent here. Or was this the work of the officials who hated him…?"
He rose and left the hall with heavy steps, his gaze cold, his heart filled with rage.
He tried to order his thoughts: "If this boy truly becomes what I fear… he can never be left alive. Because he could threaten the future itself."
By then they were already far away.
Rion continued flying. Over high mountains, across wide valleys, above dark forests he soared. The wind lashed his face; though his wings strained, he did not stop.
Noa slowly opened her eyes. Exhaustion lingered in her crimson gaze, yet deep pain was also visible. She looked at Rion's back.
"Rion… are you alright?"
Rion tried to smile, but the gravity on his face remained.
"I'm fine."
Noa fell silent, lifting her eyes to the sky. It felt as though Siamond and Ruya were watching her.
"I… have to go to the palace ahead."
Rion gave a small nod.
"Alright. Wherever you want to go, we'll go there."
The wind howled; clouds swept over snowy peaks. Rion descended and landed gently at the foot of the mountain. Noa still rested on his back, breathing deeply.
He surveyed the surroundings. It was quiet. Only a small stream flowed down from the mountain. Carefully, Rion set Noa down and began searching for a safe shelter.
Soon he found an old stone cave. The entrance was half-open; the interior was protected from the wind. He carried Noa inside and felt the cold of the stone walls — better than the biting wind outside.
He gathered branches and dry leaves. Raising his palms, a flame appeared in his hand. He lit the fire; a small blaze sprang up. The cave filled with light; shadows danced mysteriously on the walls.
Noa stirred slightly in the warmth. A soft breath escaped her lips.
In a quiet tone Rion said:
"Your aura drained your strength. You need rest."
Noa did not answer. The firelight painted her face in shades of crimson and pallor.
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**First day**
At dawn, white mist blanketed the mountain foothills. The air was cold and damp, carrying the scent of snow. Rion rose early. Noa was still sleeping deeply.
He stepped outside. Birds sang weakly among the trees. He washed his face in the stream with icy water and refilled his flask.
Rion muttered:
"We need to gather enough strength."
Returning to the cave, he sat by the fire and looked at Noa's face. Though her eyes were closed, her complexion seemed slightly improved. Rion gave a faint smile to himself.
"You're still so young, yet the world won't leave you in peace."
Throughout the day he gave her water, gathered wild berries and roots, and prepared simple broth using the warmth of dragon breath.
That evening thousands of stars burned brightly; the snowy peaks gleamed like silver. Sitting at the cave mouth, Rion gazed at the sky.
Noa always looked at the stars… She truly loved the open sky. Even I never watched them with such attention, he whispered.
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**Second day**
At dawn Noa awoke. Her crimson glow was calmer than the previous days. She tried to lift her hand; her body still felt heavy.
"Rion… where are we?" she asked.
Rion answered confidently:
"At the foot of the mountain. A safe place. We rest for three days, then continue."
Noa nodded and fell silent, her eyes fixed on the fire.
Unable to hide his curiosity, Rion asked:
"What was that aura?"
Noa hesitated.
"I don't know…"
Rion sat beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
Noa looked at him quietly. Then a small smile appeared on her lips.
"You understand me better than I ever thought possible."
That day Rion did not force her to walk. Instead he helped with small exercises: deep breathing, controlling her aura, listening to her heartbeat. Gradually Noa began regaining control.
That night they sat side by side, warming their hands by the fire against the cold wind. Storms roared on the peaks; lightning flashed in the sky. Noa lifted her eyes heavenward.
"Whenever I think of my parents resting under these same stars… my heart aches."
Rion said nothing, only clenched his fist tightly.
I will take you to the palace and stand by your side no matter what happens. That is my oath, he vowed to himself.
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**Third day**
Noa awoke feeling stronger. She stepped outside. The air was still cold, but life had returned to her eyes.
She washed her face in the stream. Seeing her reflection — crimson eyes slowly darkening back toward their original color, a weary face, and the pulsing power in her chest — she trembled inwardly.
Rion appeared beside her.
"It's time to move on. The hidden gate to the capital lies beyond these mountains."
Noa looked at him.
"Gate? What kind of place is it?"
Rion's lips tightened; he was silent for a moment.
"An ancient dragon heritage — a teleportation gate. I have passed through it before."
Noa nodded; her determination was firm.
"I'm ready."
After three days of rest, they prepared to set out once more. Rion spread his wings and looked to the sky. The wind seemed to call him; the mountain peaks stood in silent watch.
And so they set off toward the capital.
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**Inside the fortress**
The heavy doors of the assembly hall opened. A tall, broad-shouldered dragon entered — short black hair, dark eyes. He wore black armor edged with gold. This was the lord of the castle.
He looked at the soldiers.
"The exiled prince… Noa. He killed two young soldiers and escaped. You must capture him — and when you do, kill him."
The soldiers shouted in unison:
"Your command is our honor, my lord!"
There is no other way… To be forced to kill my own prince… what disgrace, he thought.
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