The day had finally come,the day every young dragonian waited for with burning anticipation. At ten years old, one could finally step into the Dragon Temple and awaken their true affinity. To the dragonians, this was more than just a ceremony; it was a sacred passage that defined their destiny, shaping the path of their cultivation and power for centuries to come. The temple itself stood at the heart of the Amethystus Dynasty, a towering structure carved into a mountain of violet crystal, its spires reaching toward the heavens as if yearning to touch the divine realm itself. Inside, the air thrummed with ancient energy. Four colossal statues;dragons of flame, water, lightning, and storm rested upon stone pedestals, each exuding an overwhelming aura. This was the chamber where legends were born.
Draziel Estella Amethystus, heir to the dynasty, stood before them. His violet hair shimmered faintly under the temple's radiant glow, and his golden pupils flickered like twin suns. Though young, there was a composure about him that seemed far too mature for his age, a mix of arrogance and divine confidence that marked him as different. The attendants, priests, and nobles who filled the chamber watched with bated breath. Some whispered prayers, others exchanged looks of envy and awe. After all, he was not just any dragonian,he was the son of Emperor Dracovin and Empress Celestine, the child born from both dragon and divine blood.
"Go on, young prince," the High Priest urged, bowing deeply. "Place your hand upon the altar and let your soul resonate with the dragons."
Draziel's expression was calm but sharp. He walked forward, each step echoing through the silent temple. When his hand met the cold stone of the altar, a faint ripple of mana surged outward, yet the statues stood still. No roar. No light. Nothing. The bystanders began to murmur.
"What's happening?" one of the nobles whispered. "Even the weakest of bloodlines elicit a spark…"
"Could it be… that the young prince has no affinity?" another said in disbelief.
Draziel's brow furrowed. No affinity? Him? The thought itself was an insult. He clenched his fist and poured more of his mana into the altar, refusing to believe it. Still, silence. The statues loomed before him like indifferent gods. The High Priest hesitated, unsure whether to speak — but before he could, the air in the temple shifted.
A low hum filled the chamber. The ground trembled. And then, with a thunderous boom, the ceiling of the temple split open as light flooded in from the heavens. Everyone shielded their eyes. The sky above the Amethystus Dynasty tore open, revealing a cosmic rift swirling with divine power. From within it, six colossal dragons emerged — each one so massive that their presence alone made the earth quake.
The first dragon's scales burned crimson like molten fire — the Flame Sovereign. The second shimmered like an endless ocean — the Aqua Tyrant. The third crackled with blinding violet lightning — the Bolt Emperor. The fourth gleamed in pure white, its wings trailing gusts of wind — the Storm Monarch. The fifth radiated a golden brilliance that burned the eyes — the Divine Dragon. And finally, the sixth descended last — far larger, far older, its scales reflecting the endless night sky filled with glimmering stars. The Star Dragon, the ancient one spoken of only in myths.
Every dragon bowed its head toward Draziel.
The nobles dropped to their knees, trembling in disbelief. "I-It can't be… all six…!" someone cried. The priests prostrated themselves, chanting prayers they had not spoken in centuries. Even the skies over the Dynasty roared as thunder and light filled the horizon.
Draziel's eyes widened not in fear, but in something primal. His blood burned. His body trembled as if his very soul was being torn open. He could feel their power. The dragons circled him, roaring in unison, a sound so mighty that the mountains themselves cracked. Then, one after another, they unleashed their essence, surging toward Draziel in streams of elemental energy. Fire, water, lightning, storm, divinity and starlight.
The world held its breath.
Draziel fell to one knee, his hair whipping wildly in the storm of energy surrounding him. Every nerve in his body screamed in both pain and exhilaration. He wanted to roar and so he did. The roar that escaped his throat wasn't human; it was draconic, deep and resonant, shaking the heavens. The six dragons answered, roaring back before their bodies dissolved into radiant light that entered Draziel's body.
When the light faded, silence blanketed the temple. Smoke rose from the altar, and in the center stood Draziel, his eyes glowing with six swirling colors, his aura radiating such pressure that even the elders struggled to breathe. His power had awakened, no, been chosen.
The High Priest fell to his knees, trembling. "T-The Six Affinities… impossible… it hasn't happened since the First Emperor!"
Draziel stood tall, breathing heavily, a faint smirk forming on his lips. He looked at his trembling hands, feeling the divine and draconic energies surging through him and for the first time, even he seemed unsure whether to laugh or to roar. Then, with a low chuckle, he looked to the heavens and said, "Heh… so even the heavens bow before me."
The crowd erupted in cheers and cries of awe and from that day forward, the name Draziel Estella Amethystus was etched into legend.
The world was silent. The energy in the air crackled, shimmering like a storm trapped between heaven and earth. When the final echo of the dragons' roar faded, all eyes turned toward the boy who now stood at the center of the Dragon Temple Draziel Estella Amethystus, heir to the Amethystus Dynasty.
He was breathing heavily, the air around him warping with sheer power. His violet hair, now streaked with shimmering gold, drifted as if touched by celestial winds. His eyes had changed completely, six colors swirled within them: crimson flame, azure sea, violet lightning, white gale, golden divinity, and starry black. His aura no longer belonged to a mortal or even a dragonian,it felt like something born of heaven itself.
Outside the temple, the entire dynasty could see the spectacle unfold. The sky above was painted with six dragons circling the capital, each roaring once before dissolving into light. The citizens fell to their knees, overwhelmed by the divine sight. Priests wept, elders trembled, and even battle-hardened soldiers found themselves whispering prayers of awe.
Atop the balcony of the royal palace stood Emperor Dracovin Amethystus, the Dragon King himself. His piercing gaze softened as he looked upon the temple in the distance, where his eldest son's power illuminated the heavens. "So… the blood of dragons and divinity truly merged," he said quietly, his voice thick with pride and disbelief. His aura flared unconsciously, a mighty golden pressure that swept across the capital- but for once, it wasn't to assert dominance. It was the instinctive release of a father overwhelmed with pride.
Behind him, Empress Celestine stood with her hand over her heart, her radiant golden eyes glimmering with tears. "Our son… he has awakened all six affinities," she whispered. A soft, divine light emanated from her, resonating faintly with the celestial energy coming from the temple. "The heavens themselves have recognized him."
Beside her were three young children each watching their older brother's awakening with wide eyes. Cynthia, the first daughter and second-born, clutched her mother's robe tightly. Her silver hair shimmered softly as she whispered, "Big brother is glowing…" Her younger brother, Drake, who already showed signs of inheriting their father's draconic strength, grinned with admiration. "He's so cool! I wanna be like him when I'm older!" he shouted, his small dragon wings fluttering with excitement.
But it was Drazara, the youngest, who was silent. Her eyes, a strange blend of violet and blue, gleamed with curiosity beyond her years. She tilted her head and murmured softly, "Brother… feels different now. He's… shining like the stars." Celestine smiled faintly, brushing the little girl's hair. "He carries a burden the world itself may not yet understand."
Back in the temple, the onlookers could no longer contain themselves. The High Priest's voice trembled as he prostrated himself before Draziel. "The heavens have chosen their vessel! All hail the heir of six affinities the Dragon of the Stars!"
The crowd echoed his cry, their voices thundering through the temple halls. The nobles bowed deeply, their arrogance shattered by the divine pressure radiating from the young prince. Even the most prideful dragonian warriors knelt, trembling in reverence.
Draziel, however, stood motionless. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. The sensation coursing through him was intoxicating- the elements themselves obeyed his will, dancing like servants eager to please their master. He raised his hand, and sparks of flame, water, and lightning coiled around his fingers before fading away. His lips curled into a confident smirk, the kind that would one day make kingdoms tremble.
He looked toward the heavens through the hole in the temple's ceiling, his voice calm yet filled with untamed pride. "So this is the will of the dragons, huh? Then I'll carve my name across the stars themselves."
A silence fell before the High Priest finally found his voice. "Your Majesty," he said, addressing Emperor Dracovin who had entered the temple in a burst of golden light, Celestine and the children following behind. "Your son… he has awakened something that has not been seen since the age of myths. Six affinities and one beyond the heavens."
Dracovin stepped forward, his gaze firm yet proud. "No," he said with a faint smile, resting a hand on Draziel's shoulder. "He has not just awakened the power of dragons. He has awakened the legacy of both heaven and earth."
Celestine's soft laughter echoed through the grand hall as she looked at her son. "Our little star," she said tenderly.
At that moment, the temple bells began to ring across the Dynasty-a sound reserved for divine omens. The people flooded the streets, cheering, crying, and shouting the name of their new legend. From that day onward, stories spread like wildfire.The tale of the boy blessed by six dragons, the heir who would one day conquer the heavens themselves.
And under the fractured sky that still shimmered with starlight, Draziel stood tall, the faintest smile curling his lips as his golden pupils gleamed.
"The world," he whispered, "is far too small for me."