Thiago and his brother stepped out of the library, the heavy wooden doors closing softly behind them. Viora followed close behind, raising a hand in a quick, playful high-five as they moved forward.
The street ahead was alive.
Merchants shouted from their stalls, cloth banners fluttered above, and people moved in every direction—laughing, arguing, living. The city felt louder after the silence of the library.
As they walked, Thiago's eyes drifted toward the distance.
For a brief moment, something caught his attention.
Beyond the crowded road, past the rising rooftops, the palace gate stood open.
It wasn't the gate itself that unsettled him.
Above it, carved into ancient stone, was the image of a six-headed dragon—its heads twisted in different directions, frozen in a silent roar. The carving seemed to watch him, even from this far away.
A strange feeling passed through his chest.
Thiago quickly turned his gaze away, pretending not to notice.
He said nothing.
They began their journey home.
Their house stood high above the city, resting at the peak of a mountain like a lonely watchtower. To reach it, one had to climb one hundred stone steps, carved long ago into the mountainside.
As they reached the base of the stairway, the noise of the city slowly faded behind them.
On both sides of the steps, tall bamboo trees rose toward the sky. Their long, slender stalks swayed gently, whispering as the wind passed through them. The sound was soft… almost like breathing.
The path was silent.
Too silent.
No merchants.
No voices.
Only footsteps echoing against stone.
They walked toward the steps without speaking.
The bamboo path swallowed every sound, leaving only the soft rhythm of their footsteps. No words passed between them, yet Thiago's mind was loud—too loud.
Only one thought echoed again and again.
The missing dragon head.
Six heads were carved into the stone at the palace gate…
but something about it felt wrong.
One was missing.
He couldn't explain how he knew. The image burned in his mind, incomplete, as if a part of it had been erased from the world itself.
Step by step, they climbed higher.
When they finally reached the top, the path opened into a wide clearing.
Their home stood there.
It looked like a small village, only one clan. Only their people.
That night, a man named Luck was sitting on the beach by the sea.
He sat alone on the cold sand, listening to the sound of the waves as they touched the shore. The night was calm and quiet. Luck looked up at the sky. He watched the stars.
The calm wind touched his face gently.
Luck slowly closed his eyes. A forgotten memory from the past came into his mind. It was the night he lost his family. The full moon hung in the sky, surrounded by stars arranged in a unique pattern. But he didn't understand what it meant. The view slowly moved away from Luck, drifting farther and farther until it reached the middle of the ocean—where two seas met.
There, seven islands were slowly moving, drifting across the water as if drawn by an unseen force, coming together to connect as one. Around them, the ocean had turned violent, waves crashing wildly as the sea roared in unrest. There, seven islands were slowly moving, drifting across the water as if drawn by an unseen force, coming together to connect as one. Around them, the ocean had turned violent, waves crashing wildly as the sea roared in unrest. At the same time, the view rushed across the sea, moving quickly toward a different land, until it reached the shore of another beach, where a white-haired boy, about Thiago's age, stood looking up at the sky. His hair was glistening in the moonlight.
In the morning, Thiago woke up and came out of his home. His friends were waiting for him outside. He saw them, quickly ran back into the house to get ready, and came out again with a big smile on his face. They headed toward the top of the mountain behind the village. The steps there were broken and uneven, and the climb felt like an adventure. But reaching the top of the hill was difficult. At the top, there was only a single sakura tree. Thiago and Maya followed behind the others. Maya walked beside Thiago, talking to him about many things, but Thiago wasn't listening. He was thinking about what had happened yesterday, because he was the only one who could not use any power. But suddenly, Maya called his name, and he snapped back to the present. He gave a weird smile and scratched his head with his finger.
Jerald and Toki were the crazy ones of the team—the two fools who were always joking around. They reached the top of the mountain, where a very strong wind blew around them. From there, they could see the king's castle, the small villages below, and the sea stretching along the side. Jerald and Toki went over to the sakura tree. When they sat under the tree, they were very exhausted. Maya noticed many flowers growing along the side, while Thiago walked toward the edge. Under the tree, the two of them were lying there calmly. Suddenly, a branch snapped and fell toward their heads with a loud sound. Maya and Thiago quickly turned toward the noise. Jerald and Toki shouted in shock.
Maya and Thiago saw it and laughed loudly. Then Jerald and Toki looked up at the tree. They saw something there. Toki called out to Thiago and Maya.
Luck was walking along the street when he noticed a shop and stepped inside. But there was nothing there. The shop was empty. He looked around for anyone there, hoping to ask about the map. The shop was completely messed up, and spider webs filled the corners. He turned back to go outside, thinking he should find someone who might know about the map He walked slowly out of the shop. Suddenly, he heard a sound from inside. He turned toward the direction of the noise. Inside the shop, there was a small room. He entered it, but no one was there. It was empty as well. But the noise was still coming from that place. It was a glass bottle rolling across the floor. he had searched the room carefully but hadn't found any door or entrance. Suddenly, he saw a narrow beam of light on the floor in the corner. Curious, he went closer to the light and reached the spot. Then he realized there was a hidden basement entrance there. He tried to open the door. It was very old and wrinkled with age. There was a staircase leading down. He took a long breath and stepped onto the stairs, descending into the place below.
He reached the bottom of the staircase. It was an old place, like it had been forgotten for many years. A glass bottle rolled on the floor and bumped his leg. He picked up the bottle and smelled it. It was an old mug bottle. He heard the sound of an old man breathing at a table in the room. He looked toward the sound and saw an old man lying on a table. The old man was heavily drunk. but the man still move , He went toward the man , He moved his hand to wake the old man, The old man suddenly fell off the table. He quickly tried to stand up and reached for a chair beside him. He helped the old man sit on the chair, then pulled another chair and sat opposite him. Then he took a water bottle from his bag and gave it to him. But the old man didn't take it. Then he took a paper from his bag, placed it on the table, and slid it in front of the old man.
A moment later, the old man said, "Who are you, son of a bitch?"
"Where did you get this?".
"Who are you?".
Then Luck removed the cloth that covered his face and head.
He had half-white, half-black hair and green eyes. The old man looked at him. At that moment, the old man remembered someone's face.
Old man: "What is your name?"
Luck :" luck"
Luck : "Do you know this place?" He pointed his finger at the map.
Old man: laughed.
Old man: "This is not in our world."
Luck : "Then where is it?"
The old man took the map and examined it carefully.
The map shows six large islands arranged around a central circular landmass. The central area has a yin-yang-like symbol, with one half dark and one-half light, and some greenery depicted. This seems to represent a special or mystical location.
Old man: ""Who gave this to you?".
Luck:" just smiled".
Old man: "Long ago, there was a man with white hair on my ship. No one could surpass him. He was a very strong warrior."
Luck smiled again.
Old man: "Whatever. Don't bother about it. It's just a thing."
Old man: "This map does not exist in this world. I'm sorry."
Luck didn't say anything.
He stood up, looked at the old man once more, and walked toward the staircase.
"Sorry… may I know your name, sir?" Luck asked.
"Andrews. Andrews Macaw."
The old man squinted at him, as if searching his memory.
"You look like your mother."
Luck said nothing. He paused at the foot of the stairs.
"You are the only one alive in that bloodline," the old man continued.
Without looking back, Luck answered, "No."
"Find them… and show them this map."
Without a word, he climbed the staircase and left the shop.
Thiago and Maya walked toward the tree. Jerald and Toki showed them a small white mountain animal. They looked at the animal very curiously. Because it was the first time they had seen such an animal there. Suddenly, the weasel jumped from the tree onto the grass. The weasel stood still, looked at the kids, and then ran off from the place.
After that, Thiago walked to the edge of the mountain and looked at his kingdom again. The land of Lora was a completely peaceful kingdom.
Wind roared around Thiago as he stood at the edge of the mountain, his hair whipping across his face. His eyes burned with a new fire as he looked down at the Kingdom of Lora.
In that moment, with the vast land before him and the sky above, Thiago made a silent vow to himself—
He would become the strongest warrior this land had ever known.
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The old man pushed himself up with trembling arms. After several attempts, he managed to stand.
He walked slowly toward a cracked mirror hanging in the corner.
With shaking fingers, he removed the cloth from his head.
Long white hair fell over his shoulders.
He stared at his own reflection for a long time.
"So… the bloodline still lives," he whispered to himself.
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