Chapter 1: The Morning Walk
The sun was still crawling up the horizon when Sam walked into Strom's house. His hair was messy, and his tone carried that lazy, sarcastic edge as always.
Sam: "Oi, Wraith… where's that big wall of muscle?"
Wraith, sharpening her blade, didn't even look up.
Wraith: "The knight went on a morning walk. Alone. In the jungle."
Sam raised an eyebrow, tilting his head.
Sam: "Morning walk? Since when does Sir Stoneface need fresh air? What's next, meditation classes?"
Wraith smirked a little.
Wraith: "Don't ask me. He said he needed some space… wanted to 'enjoy it alone.'"
Sam leaned against the table, chuckling.
Sam: "Wow… back in the old days, he used to do that all the time. Walk into the woods like he carried the world on his shoulders."
Wraith paused sharpening and looked at Sam, curious.
Wraith: "Hey, Sam… tell me more about his past. Strom's like a walking fortress—you can't see through him."
Wraith stood, straightened her shoulders, and mimicked Strom's deep tone.
Wraith (mocking Strom): 'I'll take all the impact for you… and in return, just don't leave me.'
Sam stared at her for a second—then burst into laughter so hard he nearly fell.
Sam: "HAHA! Bro, that's too good. Damn, he really does sound like that, doesn't he? Always acting like some tragic hero."
Wraith chuckled too, then leaned in closer.
Wraith: "So? His past?"
Sam's laughter faded into a softer smile, his eyes wandering.
Sam: "It's… complicated. Strom's past is filled with scars you can't see. He never brags, never complains. But trust me—every step he takes is carrying the weight of things we'll never fully know."
Meanwhile in the forest…
Strom's boots crushed the damp leaves beneath him as he wandered deeper into the jungle. His breath was steady, but his mind was restless. Birds scattered when he passed, as though they knew this armored knight wasn't just strolling—he was searching for something even he couldn't name.
Then—
"H-Help… please…"
The voice was faint, trembling with pain. Strom's eyes snapped forward, and without hesitation, he sprinted toward the sound.
There, in a clearing, lay a small figure—a green elf barely three feet tall, her emerald eyes half-closed, her chest marked with a bleeding scar. Surrounding her were demonic beasts, their fangs dripping, circling like wolves waiting for the final bite.
Strom didn't hesitate. His spear sang through the air, cleaving the first beast in half. The others lunged, but Strom's movements were brutal and precise. Steel clashed, roars echoed—and in seconds, silence. The jungle floor was littered with broken beasts.
He knelt beside the fainted elf, her tiny form trembling.
Strom (softly): "Hey… little one… you're safe now. Don't worry."
He lifted her gently into his arms, his armor clinking, and carried her to a nearby stream. Memories flickered—Angela, years ago, when he had done the same thing. Carefully, Strom washed her wounds, his calloused hands surprisingly gentle.
Strom: "You've been through enough… rest. I'll protect you."
Back at the house
The door swung open with a heavy thud as Strom walked in, carrying the elf wrapped in a cloth. Everyone turned—Sam, Wraith, Astrid.
Sam: "Uh… Strom? Did you just adopt a forest child?"
Strom ignored him, laying the elf gently on the couch.
Strom: "I found her surrounded by demonic beasts. She's hurt… badly. She'll stay here until she recovers."
Sam raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Wraith, however, froze. Her crimson eyes narrowed.
Wraith: "…Strom. I don't feel right about this. Something's off."
Strom's head snapped toward her, his expression hard.
Strom: "Wraith… when we met, you tried to kill me. But look at us now."
Wraith flinched but didn't back down.
Wraith: "That's different. This aura she carries—it's twisted. I can feel it in my bones."
Strom's jaw tightened.
Strom: "What you feel is the stench of demonic beasts. It clings to the weak. She's just a child who's suffered."
Wraith stepped closer, her tone low, almost pleading.
Wraith: "I don't trust her."
Strom's eyes burned with conviction. He stood between Wraith and the elf, his voice sharp.
Strom: "I won't allow anyone to say anything bad about her. Not while she's under my protection."
The room went silent. Sam scratched his head awkwardly, Astrid crossed her arms with suspicion, and Wraith's eyes lingered on the elf—who slept, her innocent face twisted into something unreadable for just a flicker of a second… before softening again.
Chapter 2 – The Little Sister
The room was dim, just the faint glow of dawn sneaking through the wooden cracks. Helena stirred, wrapped in the blanket Strom had used to cover her small, fragile body. She blinked rapidly, panic in her green eyes, clutching the cloth tight around her chest as though the world would devour her if she let go.
Strom instantly noticed. His voice dropped into the kind of softness no one ever expected from the Dragon Knight.
Strom – "Hey… little one. Don't be afraid. You're safe now."
But Helena's eyes darted—straight to Wraith. Those cold, glowing blue eyes made her shrink back even further into the cloth. Her lips trembled like she wanted to scream but no sound came out.
Strom (frowning) – "Wraith… stop scaring her."
Wraith (offended, raising his hands) – "What? I'm just standing here, Strom."
Strom – "Then go stand somewhere else."
Wraith (grumbling, storming out) – "Unbelievable. I save his ass from cosmic disasters and now I'm the scary babysitter."
He marched out, Astrid trailing behind him with her blade slung lazily on her shoulder.
Wraith to Astrid (outside, shaking his head) – "What the hell happened to him? That man would cut down gods without blinking, but one teary-eyed elf and suddenly he's 'Knight of love.'"
Astrid smirked.
Astrid – "Guess our knight found his weak spot."
Back inside, Sam was tightening his straps, preparing to leave.
Sam – "Ok bro, take care of her. I'll be back soon. My sister isn't feeling well, and I need to be there for her."
Strom (nodding) – "Take care of her, Sam. Family comes first."
Sam gave a small smile and left. The house quieted down, leaving Strom with the tiny elf who still kept her head low.
He crouched beside her, patient as always.
Strom – "I know… I know humans must look strange to you. But I'm not here to hurt you. I just want to listen."
She only glanced at him once, then quickly looked away. Silence. Strom frowned. He remembered Sam's words echoing in his head—'sometimes calling them family makes them open up'.
He exhaled slowly.
Strom – "Hey! Sister. Don't worry… I'm here for you."
The word sister hit Helena like thunder. She froze, then her lips trembled again, this time in pain, not fear. Tears welled up and finally spilled.
Strom (gently, panicked at her crying) – "Hey, don't cry. Don't cry… tell me what you want."
Through sobs, she explained her story.
Helena – "My… my sister, Myra… she wants me gone. She… she wants my power. I'm weak… I can't fight her. I can't even speak to others without fear. She'll kill me."
Her voice cracked like glass, breaking Strom's heart in an instant. His jaw clenched, fury boiling but controlled.
Strom – "It's alright. You don't need to be strong anymore. I'll take that burden for you. If your sister wants to fight, she'll face me."
Helena (panicking, shaking her head) – "No! No… I don't want you to take wounds for me. You've already saved me from demons. Please… don't."
Strom's eyes softened further, his hand brushing lightly across her scarred chest—careful not to hurt, just to acknowledge her pain.
Strom (quiet but firm) – "Listen. From now on, you are my little sister. And I swear, no matter the cost, no one will hurt you while I draw breath."
Helena's eyes widened, her tears streaming harder.
Helena (whispering) – "Is that true? Because… I don't have a brother."
Strom shook his head instantly.
Strom (serious) – "Don't say that again. You do now. I'm your brother okay."
Her small frame lunged forward, hugging him tight, her tiny arms trembling as she buried her face into his chestplate.
Helena (sobbing) – "Thank you… brother…"
Strom wrapped his arms around her gently, his unshakable strength now serving only to protect, not destroy. His eyes, though, were shadowed—the look of a knight who'd already lost too much, now terrified of losing one more.
From the doorway, unseen, Wraith watched silently, his expression dark.
Wraith (muttering under his breath) – "Something's wrong with that elf. Strom… don't let your heart blind you."
Chapter 3 – The True Guardian
The night was calm, but inside Strom's heart a storm brewed.
He sat beside Helena, gently wrapping her small wounds with bandages.
Her chest scar still bled faintly, so Strom pressed a cloth with the same care a brother would.
Strom softly – "There… all done, little one. You're safe here. Sleep without fear."
Helena blinked weakly, eyes heavy, before curling up on the pillow Strom had set beside the fire. She tugged the blanket to her chin and slowly drifted into sleep.
Strom stayed seated, arms crossed, watching her breathing steady. The fire's glow flickered across his face.
Wraith leaned on the doorframe, arms folded, glowing blue eyes piercing the dark.
Wraith – "Strom… you need to stop."
Strom turned, jaw tight. – "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Wraith stepped inside, voice colder. – "I don't think she's innocent. Not at all."
Strom (offended, angry whisper) – "Wraith… what the hell happened to you? She's injured, alone, begging for help. And you stand here judging her aura?"
Wraith – "Before me, what the hell happened with you, Strom? One tear, one sob, and suddenly you're in knight-brother mode swearing 'I'll protect her at any cost.' You don't even know who she is."
Strom (slams hand on table) – "She is Helena. My little sister. That's who. Any problem now?"
Wraith smirked darkly, shaking his head. – "Good night then… 'brother knight.' But don't expect me to help in this mess."
Strom growled under his breath. – "Fine, demon. But remember this… if the same thing ever happens to you, when old memories tear you apart, you'll understand me."
Wraith stopped at the door, half-smirking. – "Sweet dreams, brother boy."
She left, leaving Strom to sit in silence, his eyes fixed on Helena like a guard unwilling to blink.
Next morning
Helena stirred awake. Strom was already waiting with warm food.
Strom – "Morning, little one. Eat first, then tell me… where is your sister?"
Helena's eyes widened, fear in her voice. – "Please, I… I don't want you to fight her because of me. I can't bear anyone getting hurt for my sake. I'm weak… too weak."
Strom crouched down, placing a hand on her shoulder. – "I'm not afraid. I'm the Dragon Knight. No elf scares me."
From behind, Wraith's voice cut in, sarcastic and lazy as he sipped tea.
Wraith – "Or maybe she doesn't want her sister hurt at all. Ever think of that, oh mighty protector?"
Strom turned sharply. – "I don't have a problem with that. If she doesn't want a fight, then I'll respect it. I'll take care of her as long as needed."
Helena's lips trembled. – "But… if she harms you all… I'll never forgive myself. I'm already weak, and… and if I cost you pain…"
Strom – "Don't cry. Whenever you feel ready to trust us, then tell us. Until then, you're safe. That's all that matters."
Helena looked at him, tears glistening. She slowly reached out and took Strom's hand with her tiny fingers.
Helena – "…Brother."
Strom smiled softly, his hardened heart melting. – "That's right. I'm here."
She clung to his hand tightly, and together they walked outside, Helena's small frame beside Strom's towering figure. For once, Strom looked less like a warrior, and more like a guardian carrying the weight of a broken child.
Chapter 4 – The Bond & The Fury
The days slipped into weeks.
Three weeks had passed since Strom found Helena in the forest. In that short time, the fortress didn't feel the same anymore.
On the forge bench outside, Wraith, Astrid, and Sam sat shoulder to shoulder, watching from afar as Strom played with Helena.
Wraith (arms crossed, sipping tea, annoyed):
"Oh gods… look at him. Our Dragon Knight, the one who terrifies demons, is now… playing tag with a three-foot elf. Has he completely forgotten his knight aura?"
Astrid (snorts, shaking her head):
"I can't believe it either. I miss his fire, his leadership… and now he feels like—"
(she smirks)
"—a babysitter with muscles."
Sam (cuts in, smiling softly):
"Guys, stop. Look closer… she's actually smiling. A real smile. Do you know how rare that is for someone broken like her?"
Both Wraith and Astrid glance at Helena giggling as Strom lifts her onto his shoulder like she weighed nothing. For a moment, silence. Then, they both exhale.
Wraith (reluctantly):
"…Tch. You're right. He's changed."
Evening
Later that evening, Strom sat by the forge sharpening his spear, sparks flickering in the dark. Wraith sat nearby with her steaming tea, the quiet tension between them unspoken.
Sam and Astrid had already gone home.
Then, tiny footsteps echoed.
Helena approached the bench, her little hands tugging Wraith's cloak.
Helena (shy, soft voice):
"Um… I want to sit here too. But… I'm too little to climb. Will you… help me please?"
Wraith froze. Those innocent green eyes stared up at her. Eyes that strangely reminded her of someone else.
Wraith's inner thoughts:
I've been overreacting. That twisted aura… maybe it's nothing. Maybe she's not dangerous. She's just a helpless child who wants a family. I… can't keep hating her for no reason.
Slowly, Wraith set her tea aside, bent down, and gently lifted Helena up to sit beside her on the bench.
Helena smiled wide, swinging her little legs happily.
From the forge, Strom paused his sharpening. He caught the sight—Wraith and Helena sitting together—and for the first time, his eyes softened.
Strom's inner thoughts:
Good… she finally stopped judging her. Maybe now, Helena will have more than just me. Maybe she'll have us.
Night
Later that night, Strom returned inside after finishing his tasks. When he opened the door, his eyes widened.
On the couch, Wraith had fallen asleep with Helena curled up in her lap, both resting peacefully.
A rare smile stretched across Strom's face.
For the first time in weeks, he felt light.
Dawn Attack
The morning sun had barely risen when shadows stirred.
A dark magma beast emerged from the trees, its molten cracks glowing red. With a roar, it hurled a blazing blade straight toward Helena, who was sleeping peacefully by the doorway.
SWISH—CRACK!
The blade tore through her shoulder. Helena screamed, collapsing to the ground.
Strom's eyes turned blood-red with rage.
No hesitation. No mercy.
He charged forward and with his bare hands, ripped the beast apart piece by piece, molten blood burning his arms but he didn't care. His fury was absolute, primal, unstoppable.
The world went silent after the beast fell.
Aftermath
Strom knelt by Helena, his hands trembling as he bandaged her wound.
Strom (voice sharp, furious, but gentle to her):
"They belong to your sister… don't they?"
Helena hesitated, tears filling her eyes. She lowered her head, unable to speak—but her silence was answer enough.
Strom clenched his jaw, eyes blazing.
Strom (gritting his teeth, voice like thunder):
"Tomorrow. No excuses. No forgiveness.
She dared to attack you in front of me… I'll end this with my own hands."
The Others
Nearby, Sam leaned against the wall, watching Strom's rage boil.
Sam (to Wraith, quietly, smirking):
"Guess what, brother… new mission."
Wraith (grins faintly, stretching her arms):
"Heh. Finally. The Knight's fury is back."
Astrid entered - guss what knight is back on duty.
Chapter 5
Next morning, the team set out for the forest.
Helena (afraid, clutching Strom's arm): "I… I don't think this is a good idea. She'll kill us."
Strom (calm but firm): "Don't be afraid. We'll piss her off instead."
Sam (grinning): "Yup! Sister, don't worry. Just stand in the corner and watch what happens."
Suddenly, the ground gave way—Strom fell into a hole covered with leaves.
Wraith (panicked): "Strom!!" (preparing to jump)
But Helena grabbed her hand.
Helena: "Stop. I know where this cave ends. Follow me."
Her small feet weren't fast enough, so Sam scooped her up.
Sam (serious): "Alright, little one, just tell me where."
They reached the cave's end.
Helena (hesitant): "A big… black snake lives here."
Wraith (furious): "And you're telling us NOW?! If that thing hurts Strom, you're done."
Astrid (rolling her shoulders): "Fine. I'll go in first—"
But before anyone could move, a blue glow lit up the cave. Strom emerged, spear blazing in his hand, his eyes burning with Dravyss's awakening. Behind him, the massive snake's head fell with a thud, blood dripping from Dravyss's clawed hand.
Helena's eyes widened, and she fainted on the spot.
Dravyss (inspecting Helena): "Hmph… don't know why, but I don't feel she's innocent. Something twisted lingers. Maybe… a curse from her sister?"
Strom's eyes narrowed. In the shadows, he caught sight of an elf in a black dress, standing just eleven feets away—then vanishing into darkness.
His chest tightened. Something about her felt… wrong.
Later, Dravyss offered to fly them out. Helena shook her head, trembling.
Helena: "If we fly… I'll lose the way. Please, we walk."
The group continued on foot. Suddenly, black beasts swarmed, attacking from all sides. Everyone leapt into battle, protecting Helena.
One beast lunged at Strom—its tail swinging down—but froze midair, stopped by a mysterious force. Strom's eyes darted. Again, the black elf flickered into sight… then disappeared. Helena stood motionless, her hands at her sides, as if she hadn't cast a thing.
Night fell. They gathered around the fire.
Helena (whispering): "If my sister attacks us again…"
Strom (voice suddenly heavier, darker): "Then we don't have to find her."
Everyone turned, shocked.
Wraith (snapping): "The Strom I know would never hesitate. What's wrong with you?"
Astrid (frowning, eyes narrowing): "Don't tell me you're getting played by her."
Strom didn't respond. He just stood and walked into the forest, jaw clenched.
Later, as he fought a giant beast alone among the trees, its tail swung down—only to freeze again. Strom caught the flicker of the black elf's form, but once more, she vanished before he could speak.
He returned with wood, his face calm but unreadable. He dropped it into the fire.
Strom (flatly): "Tomorrow… we will talk with your sister about that."
Everyone stared. Talk? Not kill?
For the first time, doubt spread among the team.
Chapter 6 – The Sisters
The team finally reached the wasteland. Nothing stood there—only a thin, towering spire, piercing the dark sky like a blade.
Strom turned to Helena.
Strom: "Ok… stay here. I'll talk with her."
Helena's eyes narrowed.
Helena: "You told to kill her."
Strom: "I think we can talk with her instead."
Suddenly, Myra appeared. Without a word she rushed them, her strikes heavy and wild. The ground shook with each impact. The team countered, but two spells broke through, knocking Wraith and Helena to the side.
That was enough to ignite Strom's fury. His aura flared, dragon blood burning as he charged. Myra kept dodging, refusing to counterattack. But Strom's relentless pressure finally caught her—his spear shaft slammed her down, leaving her weakened on the ground.
Helena screamed.
Helena: "Brother knight, please kill her! Please!"
Strom stood over Myra, breathing hard.
Strom: "I think she had enough. We should leave her now."
Helena: "If she attack me then—"
Strom: "I don't think so."
Helena: "Kill her please!"
Strom turned sharply.
Strom: "I'm not going to kill her."
At that instant, a black wave erupted. Sam, Astrid, and Wraith dropped to their knees under its crushing force. Even Strom staggered, but his will—tempered by dragon blood—held firm.
Helena's laugh cut through the air, sharp and twisted.
Helena: "Why brother… why not?"
Strom's eyes widened.
Strom: "What are you doing?"
Helena stepped forward, smiling like a shadow.
Helena: "Oh knight, you just helped me strike down my innocent sister. The truth is… I'm the evil one."
Strom froze, pain tearing through him.
Strom: "I loved you as my own sister… and you do this?"
Helena sneered.
Helena: "Oh fool knight. You trusted me just from a single tear. Weak. Such a fool."
Strom's voice roared with anger.
Strom: "Now you will pay for that!"
Helena: "What? You're going to hurt your little sister? Brother?"
Strom: "Don't call me that!"
He charged—but Astrid's massive blade intercepted, cutting across him.
Strom: "Astrid…?!"
Sam's heavy spell struck next, burning energy slowing him down.
Strom: "Sam… not you too…"
Then Wraith dashed in, blades flashing, forcing Strom back.
Helena's laughter grew louder.
Helena: "Yes! Kill him! Kill both of them!"
Strom tried to defend himself, but his heart wouldn't let him strike them. Every move he made was weaker, weighed down by pain. Astrid's power, Sam's spells, Wraith's speed—the three of them pushed him to the edge.
Strom made his choice. He lifted Myra into his arms. His eyes glowed blue as he unleashed a wave of dragon blades, creating a blast that forced the trio back.
With the last of his strength, Strom ran into the forest, carrying Myra.
Helena stood at the tower, smiling darkly.
Helena: "No problem. I have your weaknesses. You'll never harm them."
Chapter 7 – The Silent Sister
Strom, his body torn with deep wounds, stumbled through the forest. In his arms, Myra bled faintly, her small form limp against his chest. His heart was heavy, his mind crushing him with guilt.
Strom (to himself, gritting his teeth):
"You fool… you harmed the innocent."
He reached a quiet stream. With trembling hands, he washed Myra's wounds first, then his own, the cold water stinging but his guilt stung sharper.
Hours passed. Finally, Myra's eyes fluttered open. The moment she saw Strom, she tried to crawl away.
Strom (desperate):
"I'm really sorry! I don't want to hurt you… please, forgive me!"
She froze. Something in his voice—broken, raw, pleading—told her he meant no harm. Strom slowly approached, head bowed low in shame.
Strom:
"I...I don't know what to say… but I'm truly sorry. I didn't understand you. I attacked you when you never deserved it."
Myra wanted to speak, but her voice—stolen by Helena—betrayed her. Instead, she reached out, touching his hand softly, a faint smile trembling through her pain.
For the first time, Strom saw it clearly. Myra wasn't a predator. She was just a fragile, golden-hearted elf—her innocence stolen, her voice silenced.
Strom (voice breaking):
"Don't worry. I'll help you."
Myra shook her head, tears glimmering. Strom hesitated, then whispered:
Strom:
"…Sister… I'm here for you."
Her tears fell harder. In her heart, memories burned—memories of the kingdom.
Twin daughters were born to the royal house. The people adored Myra: radiant, kind, and destined to rule. But Helena… harsh, bitter, rejected by the same people who cherished her twin. Jealousy twisted into hatred, and eventually, Helena stole everything—Myra's beauty, her voice, her very power—leaving her broken but pure of heart.
Strom clenched his fists as the truth sank in.
Strom (to himself):
"She stole everything… yet Myra still holds a golden heart."
He turned to her, his dragon eyes burning.
Strom:
"I will protect you, no matter what. Believe me, little sister."
Myra could not answer. Instead, she hugged him, small arms clutching the knight who had once harmed her but now felt like the only one who truly cared.
That night, they rested inside a cave. Strom laid his cape over her small frame, shielding her from the cold, the beasts, the demons, and even the night itself.
As she finally slept peacefully, Strom stared at the cave's ceiling, his wounds aching, but his vow stronger than ever.
Strom (in his mind):
"Forgive me, little one. I misunderstood you… but I swear, she will pay for every tear you shed."
He looked at her one last time before closing his eyes.
Strom (softly, a vow):
"Tomorrow… I'll find you a safe place. After that… I'll take your revenge. I promise."
Dragon Knight – Chapter 8
The Sister's Choice
The morning light slipped through cracks in the cavern ceiling, painting dim lines of gold across the rough stone. Strom stood at the entrance, shoulders heavy but eyes burning with purpose. His spear leaned against the wall, its blade reflecting faint light as if it too was waiting.
Behind him, Myra sat curled against the rock wall, her small frame wrapped in Strom's cape. Her eyes, though tired, followed him with quiet trust.
Strom tightened his grip on his blue blade.
Strom (softly, to her): "Stay here. Don't move until I come back."
Myra tilted her head, lips trembling but silent. Still, she gave the faintest smile—she already knew where he was going.
Myra's thoughts (unspoken): Back to face her… back to face Helena.
The Tower
The tower's double doors slammed open, cracking against the walls. The echo rang through the hall like thunder. At the far end, Helena lounged upon her throne, one leg crossed, her smirk sharper than any blade.
At her sides stood Sam, staff glowing with raw energy, and Astrid, fists clenched, blade strapped across her back. Their eyes, empty under Helena's influence, burned like shadows of their former selves.
Strom strode forward, his voice steady and cold.
Strom: "Time's up… bitch."
Helena chuckled, resting her chin on her palm.
Helena: "Oh? From 'little sister' to 'bitch'? You change so quickly. Was family nothing to you after all?"
Strom: "Don't twist it. I know what you've done. You stole her life, her voice, her light. Today… you pay for it."
Helena rose slowly, her aura radiating malice.
Helena: "Then first… prove it. Show me if you're strong enough to fight your own friends."
She snapped her fingers.
Sam's staff ignited with burning runes. Astrid cracked her knuckles, her red hair flowing wild as she lunged forward.
Betrayal in the Hall
Sam fired first—a volley of lightning that tore the marble floor apart. Strom dashed through the sparks, his spear swinging with brutal precision. With one strike, he knocked Sam aside, sending him crashing into a pillar.
Astrid roared, slamming her massive blade down. The clash shook the tower. Strom blocked, but her relentless strikes forced him back step by step, the ground cracking beneath them.
Astrid (gritting her teeth): "Sorry, Strom but I will kill you!"
Strom (pushing back): "You think I don't see the pain on your heart? I'll break the curs ,even if I have to break you first!"
With a twist, Strom overpowered her defense and slammed her into the ground.
Helena leaned forward on her throne, eyes glinting.
Helena: "Strong as ever. But strength alone doesn't save people."
She pointed behind him.
Strom turned—his blood froze.
There stood Wraith, holding Myra tightly, her small hands clawing helplessly and lips bleeding.
Strom (shouting): "Stop! Don't hurt her!"
Myra's wide eyes trembled with silent terror.
Before Strom could move, Astrid forced herself up, her fist slamming across his jaw. He staggered, only to be caught in Sam's burning aura—chains of fire wrapping around him, crushing his body in unbearable pain.
Helena's footsteps echoed as she walked down from the throne, her voice venomous.
Helena: "You always acted like a brother, Strom. For a moment, I almost believed it myself. But you'll never understand. Power… power is greater than family, power always tast better than anything."
Strom spat blood, but his grin held steady even through the agony.
Strom (smirking, voice raw): "Then take it. End me. But let her go."
Helena's laughter echoed coldly.
Helena: "Let her go? No, Strom… I'll let you watch her die."
She raised her hand. Wraith lifted a dagger over Myra's heart.
Strom's roar shattered the hall.
Strom: "You're a bigger fool than I thought…..... Mom!!"
The Dragon Arrives
The tower trembled violently. Stones fell from the ceiling. Then with a deafening crash, the wall exploded inwards.
Dravyss, the 35 Feets Dragon Mother( Dravyss smallest size ), stormed through in all her terrifying glory. Her massive wings ripped through banners, her claws crushing stone, her fiery eyes locked on Helena with wrath centuries old.
With a single sweep of her tail, Sam, Astrid, and Wraith were flung aside like broken dolls.
Her voice boomed like a storm.
Dravyss: "My son treated you as sister. He gave you kindness you never earned. And this… THIS is how you repay him?"
She lunged, claws tearing the throne apart. Helena barely rolled away before a torrent of flame engulfed the seat.
Dravyss (snarling): "Let's see if your stolen strength can stand against me"
The dragon's assault was merciless—swipes, roars, bursts of fire that shook the foundations of the tower. Helena was tossed, battered, and pinned beneath claws, her power shattered piece by piece.
The Truth Restored
Meanwhile, Strom crawled across the ruined floor, ignoring his broken body to reach Myra. She reached back, trembling, trying to steady his head with her small hands.
Strom (weakly): "You're safe now… I promise."
Above them, Dravyss slammed Helena into the wall, her talons glowing.
Dravyss: "Return what you stole. Her voice, her blessing. Give it back… or I will tear you apart in a second."
Helena's defiance cracked. Trembling, she screamed—and Myra's aura, her light, her voice, began to pour back into her.
Myra gasped, her voice finally free. She looked at Strom, tears streaming.
Myra (whispering): "Brother…"
Her hands glowed, healing his wounds first—every scar, every burn fading away. Then, merciful as ever, she healed even Sam, Astrid, and Wraith, though they had just attacked him.
Finally, she stepped toward Helena. Her golden aura wrapped softly around her as she extended a hand.
Myra: "She is my sister. And I… I will say sorry for her sins."
Strom (quietly, watching): "This… this is what you tried to destroy, Helena. Not power. Not crowns. Love."
Helena's knees buckled. Myra pulled her into a hug.
Myra (softly): "It's okay. I'm not angry anymore."
Helena's tears spilled freely.
Helena: "Now I see… now I understand why they loved you. It wasn't your beauty. It wasn't your throne. It was… because you never hated anyone. Not even me."
Goodbye
As the others prepared to leave, Helena stopped Strom. Her hand shook as it clutched his wrist.
Helena (voice breaking): "Can I… tell you something? Just for you?"
Strom's eyes softened.
Strom: "Go ahead."
She lunges and hugged him tightly, her whole body trembling.
Helena: "Please forgive me. You… you were the best brother I could have wished for. I only wish… I had truly been your little sister."
Strom's eyes glistened. He gently held her shoulders.
Strom (firm but kind): "You are Always my little sister"
Dravyss spread her colossal wings. The Dragon Knight and his companions left the broken tower, the dawn rising behind them.
In the Sky
As the wind roared past them, Wraith leaned lazily against Strom.
Wraith: "So, Mr. Brother Knight… told you so. Should've listened to me from the start."
Strom (smirking): "Doesn't matter. She realized. That's enough."
Astrid (grumbling): "Good. Because babysitting your drama is getting on my nerves."
Sam (half-joking): "Honestly… she wasn't that bad. Maybe even kinda cute."
Strom chuckled, looking down at Myra clinging to his arm.
Strom: "I don't know what the future holds. But for once… I felt like I had a little sister. A real family."
Wraith (rolling her eyes): "Here we go again. Someone shut him up before he starts crying."
Everyone laughed together, the sound echoing across the open skies as the Dragon Knight's journey carried on.