The storm outside had calmed, but within the Dragon Clan's sacred chamber, the air still pulsed with power. The newborn twins lay swaddled in silken cloth, their tiny breaths carrying an aura that unsettled even the strongest of elders.
Draven sat at Seraphina's side, his arms carefully cradling Lucus, while Seraphina held little Lusi close to her chest. The sight of the two parents, exhausted yet radiant, softened the tension that hung in the room.
Seraphina whispered, brushing her daughter's cheek. "So small… and yet, I can feel the depth of her soul. Draven, do you sense it?
Draven's stern face softened, his pride shining through. " Yes Seraphina. They are extraordinary. Lucus carries fire in his blood—look at his aura. And Lusi… she is calm, but her spirit is steady as the moon. Our children will surpass us both."
A gentle laugh echoed from the doorway. "Hah, spoken like a proud father."
The chamber doors opened, and an imposing figure stepped inside. His silver hair shimmered under the glow of the dragonfire lanterns, and his golden eyes burned with majesty. It was Aurelius, Draven's father—the Patriarch of the White Dragons.
Beside him walked Selene, Seraphina's mother, her aura as deep and dark as midnight waters, eyes glistening with both sternness and warmth. She was one of the revered Matriarchs of the Black Dragon line.
The moment their eyes fell on the twins, silence overcame them. Two mighty bloodlines, merged into one… and not in a single child, but in two.
Aurelius stepped forward, voice heavy with awe. "So… it is true. The forbidden bloodlines have birthed heirs." His golden gaze fixed on Lucus, who stirred faintly in Draven's arms. "This boy… he has the presence of a sovereign already."
Selene leaned down to look at Lusi, who blinked her tiny eyes and yawned. A rare, gentle smile spread across Selene's usually cold face. "And this one… her spirit is calm, but her heart… it's unshakable. She will endure what others cannot."
Seraphina's lips curved into a tired smile. "Mother, Father… meet your grandchildren. Lucus and Lusi."
For a moment, both grandparents simply stared. Then Selene let out a quiet laugh—soft, but full of emotion. "After all these years, Seraphina… you have given us hope. Two children who may change the fate of our kind."
Before Draven could speak, another voice boomed from the doorway. "Hah! So it's true, my brother has finally sired not one, but two dragons of legend!"
Two figures entered—Draven's younger brother, Kaelen, and his wife, Ilyra. Kaelen's eyes gleamed with mischief, though pride shone beneath his smirk. "You always were the ambitious one, brother, but I must admit, I didn't expect you to birth the prophecy itself."
Draven snorted, though a faint smile tugged at his lips. "Don't judge Kaelen. These children are no trophies. They are to be protected."
Ilyra stepped forward, her gentle hands brushing over the swaddled infants. "They are beautiful," she whispered. "So pure… and yet, I feel the weight of their destiny. The realms will not ignore their birth."
The chamber grew quiet again, until Aurelius cleared his throat, his voice commanding. "Whatever the prophecy says, whatever the realms may fear—remember this. These children are dragons. Our blood. Our family. And as long as I live, no god, demon, or man shall lay a hand upon them."
His words struck the chamber like thunder.
Selene's dark aura flared in agreement. "Indeed. If the heavens themselves must be challenged to protect them… then let them tremble."
For the first time since their birth, Draven and Seraphina allowed themselves to relax. Surrounded by their family—by love, pride, and resolve—they looked down at their children.
Lucus stirred in his father's arms, tiny fists clenching as if grasping for the future. Lusi snuggled closer to her mother, her calm breath steady against the storm.
And so, beneath the eyes of dragons, elders, and kin… the Dragonborn twins were welcomed into the world.
Yet even as warmth filled the chamber, far beyond the Dragon Realm, unseen eyes were watching. Gods, demons, and creatures of myth whispered in dread and anticipation.
The prophecy had begun to unfold.