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May 29, 2026

The Dragon Speaker

The boy halted just ten paces from the trembling, golden eyes of the massive beast. Silence fell over the ruined feast like a heavy blanket, broken only by the crackle of burning tapestries and the boy’s steady breathing.

King Aldric, clutching his ceremonial sword with white knuckles, shouted from the dais, "Boy, step back, it will incinerate you!"

The boy did not look at the king; instead, he slowly raised his right hand, palm open and free of weapons. His fingers bore faint, glowing runes that mirrored the ancient patterns etched into the dragon's scales.

The dragon lowered its massive horned head, letting out a low, rumbling growl that vibrated through the floorboards. The boy closed the remaining distance with deliberate steps, showing no hesitation. He whispered a single word in a forgotten tongue, a sound like rushing wind and crackling fire.

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