2025-03-18 15:58:22Aiden floated in darkness.
Cold. Silent. Endless.
There was no sound except for the faint rhythm of his heartbeat. He couldn’t feel his body—just a weightless drift through the void. His mind hovered on the edge of awareness, but no matter how hard he tried to open his eyes, the darkness held him fast.
"Do you seek revenge?"
The voice slid through his mind again—deep and cold, laced with something primal. Something ancient.
"Do you seek power?"
Aiden’s breath hitched. He tried to speak, but his mouth wouldn’t move. His body was gone—nothing but an echo of himself, drifting. He forced his mind to sharpen, to seize the threads of memory.
Fire. Pain. Valeria’s face. His father’s silence.
And then… death.
He should have been dead.
"Where am I?" Aiden's voice finally emerged—raw, strained.
"You are between worlds."
The voice resonated, low and smooth. It was neither male nor female—a hollow echo vibrating in the depths of his mind.
"Your body was destroyed. Your soul remains."
Aiden's eyes flashed open—or at least, he thought they did. In the distance, a dull red glow flickered, illuminating the dark expanse. Silhouettes of enormous shapes moved within the black—a pair of wings, claws like scythes, long coiling tails.
Dragons.
Aiden’s chest tightened. He forced himself to breathe, even though his lungs no longer worked.
"Why am I still alive?"
"Because I have chosen you."
The red glow sharpened, taking shape. A figure emerged from the dark—a massive form outlined in fire and shadow. A dragon, its scales blacker than the void, stood before him. Its eyes burned molten gold, and veins of crimson light pulsed beneath its armored hide. The dragon's massive wings stretched wide, creating gusts of scorching wind that rippled through the darkness.
Its head lowered until its burning eyes were level with Aiden.
"You carry the blood of the first king."
Aiden's pulse hammered. His mouth dried. "What are you?"
"I am the Dragon Code."
Aiden’s breath hitched.
"A fragment of the first dragon's soul. Bound in the heart of kings. Passed down through the royal bloodline."
"No," Aiden said, shaking his head. "My bloodline is weak. My family holds no power."
The dragon’s burning eyes narrowed.
"That is what they led you to believe."
Aiden’s gaze sharpened. "Explain."
"Your house was not weak. It was sealed."
Aiden’s thoughts reeled. The Dawnspires. The council. The nobles. They had always treated his family like an embarrassment—barely nobles at all. But if that weakness had been artificial…
The dragon’s voice sharpened.
"They feared your bloodline’s true potential. So they sealed it away generations ago."
Aiden’s jaw clenched. "Valeria…"
"Yes. Her house orchestrated it. And now she seeks to finish what her ancestors started."
Aiden’s hands curled into fists, rage coiling deep in his chest. "Then why save me?"
The dragon’s molten eyes blazed brighter.
"Because you are my heir."
The blackness around them rippled. Red cracks split through the void, and heat bled into the darkness.
"Take the Code."
Aiden hesitated.
"With it, you will reclaim your bloodline's strength. You will take back what was stolen from you."
Aiden’s breath quickened. "What’s the cost?"
The dragon smiled—sharp and dangerous.
"Your soul."
The cracks in the void widened. Aiden’s body—formless and transparent—began to tremble as red light coiled around his limbs. Pain followed.
He dropped to his knees, gasping. Flames wrapped around his arms, his legs, his chest. His veins burned as crimson light fused with his body.
"You will walk the path of dragons. Pain will be your price. Power will be your reward."
Aiden gritted his teeth as heat seared through his bones.
"If you fail… your soul will be consumed."
Aiden’s hands dug into the void beneath him, his body convulsing.
"Do you accept?"
Pain surged through him like molten steel.
"I…"
The dragon's eyes flared.
"Do you accept?!"
"YES!"
The dragon roared.
The flames coiled tighter around Aiden’s body. His skin turned dark with glowing red patterns—ancient draconic runes branded into his flesh. His arms stretched outward as red fire burst from his back, forming the outline of wings.
"Dragon Code Binding Complete."
A wall of system text appeared in Aiden’s mind:
[DRAGON CODE SYSTEM ACTIVATED]
Host: Aiden DrakemoreBloodline: Primordial Dragon (Sealed)Rank: FSystem Status: Merging in ProgressThe pain exploded through his mind—blinding, burning, endless.
Aiden screamed as the red light consumed him.
And then—
He opened his eyes.
[System Update: Body Reconstruction 75% Complete]
[Host Revival Process: Active]Aiden lay on cold stone, his bare skin pressed against damp rock. His breathing was sharp and ragged, his vision swimming with red haze.
He pushed himself up onto his elbows.
Darkness surrounded him, but he could see faint red runes pulsing along the floor beneath him. Heat radiated from his skin, and when he looked down at his arms, he saw the marks—the same dark red draconic patterns that had burned into his skin during the bonding.
His hand twitched. A new awareness coiled through his mind—an instinctive understanding of strength, movement, and fire.
"Welcome, Heir of the Dragon."
The system's voice pulsed through his mind, softer now—but no less powerful.
"Shall we begin?"
Aiden’s mouth curled into a slow, dangerous smile.
He rose to his feet. His muscles—once weak and frail—now hummed with strength. His senses sharpened. He could hear the distant rumble of water through the rock walls. He could smell sulfur in the air.
He flexed his hand. Red light flickered across his fingertips.
His heart pounded.
Valeria Dawnspire thought she'd killed him.
She was wrong.
And now…
He was coming for her
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