Rain pattered softly outside the house, a rare blessing in the dry lands of the Wagha Empire. Inside a dim room, lit only by warm lanterns and the faint glow of dragonfire, a cry pierced the air.
A dragon was born.
Not just any dragon—a black-scaled beta. Strong, rare, and destined for leadership.
The baby dragon, no larger than a wolf pup, let out a soft growl as it blinked into the world for the first time. Its golden eyes shimmered like melted stars.
A small girl peeked over the edge of the cot, her messy hair falling over her eyes. She was only three years old, clutching a plush toy with one hand and her mother's dress with the other.
Nain: "Mom… is he the son of Uncle Kim?"
Her mother nodded, smiling at the newborn wrapped in glowing cloth.
Nain's Mother (NM): "Yes, sweetheart. Congratulations, Mrs. Kim."
The dragonling's eyes met Nain's. A strange stillness filled the room for a moment—time stretched, and something ancient stirred.
Nain (quietly): "Mom… look. His eyes…"
But before her mother could turn, the dragon's golden eyes faded to brown, melting into the ordinary color shared by all dragons.
Brown—the neutral tone. The color of peace, of calm. The color they all wore until something awakened inside them.
Alphas: Red eyes—rage, power, command.
Betas: Blue—wisdom, control, strength.
Gammas: Purple—loyalty, energy, instinct.
Most males showed off their colors as soon as they were old enough to shift—wearing their rank like a crown.
But some… like this one… hid them.
✨ Implication: That baby wasn't showing blue. He showed gold—a color not in the known ranks.
Could it be the mark… of the Moon Dragon? 🌕