The day shook like the world was coming apart at the seams, but it wasn’t just any kind of quake. Nah, this was different. It wasn’t the earth alone; it was the soul that trembled. The whole planet felt it—a cosmic vibe that made every living thing stop, freeze, and pay attention like the universe had just hit rewind and fast forward at the same time. And then it came—the scream, loud, piercing, a vibe that cut through the air, as ancient as the first dragonborn but louder than any history book could explain.
"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
It wasn’t just a sound. It was a declaration, a wild, untamed energy shouting into the cosmos. I am freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Every soul who heard it knew. This wasn’t some normal birth or event. This was the arrival of something colossal. And on that day, Seraphis became a mother.
Draken? He gained a cousin. Adrian, Xyra, Selene, and Celesse? They all felt the pull of family grow stronger as they realized they had a new sister in the mix. And Kaelen? Oh, he knew right away. He messed up—majorly.
Kaelen felt it in his bones, knew the weight of his actions. Seraphis had been through so much, and deep down, Kaelen always knew it was a risky move to keep pushing things. But he did. Over and over. And now? This was the result. His daughter, Nyxara, had arrived, and Kaelen knew instantly that this one would need to be raised differently. Her aura was immense. Not just another dragon, but a force. A being of immense power.
He rushed back to his home, his mind racing faster than his feet, eager to meet this new being he had brought into existence. Bursting through the doors, his eyes fell on her—Nyxara, an all-white baby dragon. Her scales shimmering like diamonds dipped in snow, her wings tucked close as her eyes, a deep wine-red color, locked onto him. The way she looked at him—it wasn't a soft, tender gaze of a newborn. Nah, this little one came into the world with smoke in her chest and fire in her belly. She hissed.
"Who are you?"
Kaelen couldn't help but laugh at the audacity of it. This was his child, all right. A true dragon spirit. He reached down to pick her up, and that’s when it happened—*white flames* straight to his face. Only his nanite nexus saved him, morphing him into his dragonborn form just in time.
The dragon’s eyes widened, her flames dying down as recognition sparked in her gaze. "Daddy!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the halls. Kaelen chuckled, though his pride took a hit. She didn’t even recognize him until he transformed. She needed to see the dragon in him before knowing who he was. Still, he held her close.
Across town, Xyra felt that same quake, but it wasn’t fear she felt. Nah, Xyra was built different. She felt pride. Her new sister was strong. Immense, even. And that kind of power? It made Xyra's blood run hotter, made her mind spin with schemes. *A new rival,* she thought. *But also... an ally.*
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The wheels in Xyra’s mind were already turning, plotting how to bring Nyxara into her fold. She didn’t even mind that her father had a new focus. Let him handle the newborn dragon. Xyra had bigger plans. *Dragons were smart,* after all. No point in grooming her too early. Let her grow a little, show her colors, and when the time was right? Xyra would be ready.
But she wasn’t stupid. She knew there was more than just family to deal with. Selene and Ennuy? They had a weird thing going on. Xyra smirked, plotting her next move. Selene loved jewelry and clothes. Ennuy? He was a sucker for those little gestures. She didn’t even need to manipulate him much. She'd nudge them both a little with a simple geas. Make Ennuy *want* to spoil Selene with gifts, and let Selene distract herself from Xyra’s plans.
Celesse? Well, that was a whole other story. Her sister was unpredictable. Aether, the leader of the Valefar Pact, was wrapped around her finger, but not in the way Xyra needed. It was frustrating. Celesse was dangerous, not just because of her power, but because she had layers to her that even Xyra couldn’t fully understand.
Celesse’s lycanthropic form made her an even bigger wildcard. She hardly ever used it, only on full moons with their mother, Mira, but when she did? She was unstoppable. Xyra hated that. It meant there was still a side to Celesse that she couldn’t control. That needed to change, but Xyra wasn’t sure how just yet. She'd figure it out. For now, she’d let rumors do the dirty work. She sent her crew—Voira, Rhea, Bree, and Aislin—to spread whispers about Aether. Make it look like he was a traitor to the Valefar Pact. A small push, but enough to plant seeds of doubt. Xyra knew the real spy, but that wasn't the point. It was about controlling the narrative. Let the chaos spread, and watch what grew.
Meanwhile, Adrian was with Charm when he felt it—a shift. The birth of his baby sister. He couldn’t explain it, but he knew. The moment hit him like a wave, and he turned to Charm with urgency in his eyes.
“Come with me,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her along before she could protest. Charm blushed, taken off guard by the suddenness, but she followed without question. Things were moving fast. Too fast, maybe. Adrian wasn’t slowing down for anyone.
They hopped into his hovercar, the sleek engine purring as it took them through the city, heading straight to his father's estate. Charm's heart raced, both from excitement and nervousness. What was she about to witness? She had heard the stories, but now she was walking straight into the heart of it.
The car landed smoothly, the android maids taking over parking as Adrian rushed inside. Kaelen stood there, holding the new baby dragon, Nyxara. She was the size of a large dog, her scales gleaming like polished pearl, eyes fierce and sharp.
Charm’s eyes widened as she took it all in. “Is that— is that the president of the U.S., Kaelen Valrath?! And is that a baby dragon?! Adrian, what is going on?”
Adrian smiled, cool as ever. “Meet my little sister, Charm,” he said, looking to Kaelen. “What’s her name?”
“Nyxara,” Kaelen replied, a touch of pride in his voice.
Charm stood there, frozen, her mind blown by the reality of it all. This was no ordinary family. She had stepped into a world of power, of dragons, of legends—and there was no going back.