THE BOY WHO STRUCK THE DRAGON GATE
Chapter One: The Awakening of the Dragon Gauntlet
The royal fortress of Ashkar burned as enemy armies poured through the collapsed walls.
At the center of the battlefield—
King Vaelor was trapped beneath a massive falling iron gate.
His soldiers shouted through the flames,
but no one could reach him in time.
Then suddenly—
a barefoot ten-year-old boy charged through the smoke.
He wore torn rags covered in ash.
And on one arm—
a gigantic black Dragon Gauntlet burned with crimson light.
Enemy soldiers laughed at the child.
But the boy kept running straight toward the collapsing gate.
Then—
the Dragon Gauntlet awakened.
Ancient red energy exploded across the battlefield as the dragon eye on the gauntlet slowly opened.
The child raised his fist—
and punched the fortress gate.
BOOOOOM.
The massive iron structure exploded instantly.
Enemy soldiers were blasted backward through fire and smoke.
And standing before the shocked king—
was the barefoot child,
with smoke rising from the glowing Dragon Gauntlet.
For a moment, the entire battlefield fell silent.
Even the flames seemed to stop dancing.
King Vaelor stared at the boy in disbelief.
No ordinary child could wield such power.
No ordinary weapon could shatter enchanted iron.
The king slowly stood up.
"Who are you?" he asked.
The boy lowered his eyes.
"My name is Kael."
Before another word could be spoken, a terrible horn echoed across the fortress.
The enemy army parted.
A giant armored warlord rode forward on a black beast.
His armor was covered in dragon bones.
His sword glowed with cursed blue fire.
The soldiers of Ashkar immediately recognized him.
It was Lord Draven.
The Conqueror of Seven Kingdoms.
The Butcher of the North.
Draven laughed as he looked at the child.
"So the stories were true."
His cold eyes fixed upon the Dragon Gauntlet.
"The lost relic has finally awakened."
King Vaelor's expression darkened.
"You know what that is?"
Draven smiled.
"Of course."
"Thousands of years ago, the Dragon Kings forged three sacred relics."
"The Crown of Flames."
"The Spear of Eternity."
"And the Dragon Gauntlet."
"The weapon capable of killing dragons—or commanding them."
A chill spread through the battlefield.
Kael looked down at the gauntlet.
He had never known its true name.
He had found it years ago inside a frozen cave near his village.
Ever since then, strange dreams had haunted him.
Dreams of ancient dragons.
Dreams of burning kingdoms.
Dreams of a voice calling his name.
Suddenly the Dragon Gauntlet began to pulse.
The dragon eye glowed brighter.
A deep voice echoed inside Kael's mind.
"Enemy detected."
"Dragon Protocol awakened."
Kael froze.
The voice was not human.
It was ancient.
Powerful.
Alive.
Draven's smile vanished.
He felt it too.
The relic was waking completely.
Without warning, Draven raised his cursed sword.
"Kill the boy!"
Thousands of enemy soldiers charged.
The earth trembled beneath their feet.
King Vaelor drew his blade.
The remaining defenders prepared for a final stand.
But Kael stepped forward alone.
The Dragon Gauntlet opened its claw-like fingers.
Crimson runes spread across his arm.
Ancient symbols blazed through the smoke.
Then the dragon eye widened completely.
A pillar of red light erupted into the heavens.
The clouds split apart.
Thunder roared across the burning kingdom.
Far beyond the battlefield—
deep within forgotten mountains—
something enormous opened its eyes.
Golden dragon eyes.
Ancient.
Terrifying.
Awakened after centuries of sleep.
Back at Ashkar, every soldier stopped moving.
The world itself seemed to hold its breath.
The voice inside the gauntlet spoke once more.
"The Heir has been found."
"The Age of Dragons begins again."
And above the shattered fortress—
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a colossal dragon-shaped shadow appeared within the storm clouds.
The war for Ashkar had only just begun.
