Arthur had always been lonely, burdened with a legacy he never understood, yet was forced to carry.
He was a Dragon Slayer, a lineage etched into his blood long before he was born… a lineage older than some kingdoms within the human empire…
a lineage forged in an era when humanity suffered under the dragon domination.
The Drakenhearts were created to save humans.
To fight for them.
To die for them.
And when they finally succeeded, when humanity rose, formed alliances with the very Dragons they once feared, they conveniently forgot every atrocity committed by those same Dragons…
…and erased the entire Drakenheart family.
All their sacrifices, victories and bloodshed were forgotten and discarded.
Only a small fragment of their bloodline was spared,
kept alive in secret… So those hypocrites could cry for help again when dragons inevitably turned on them.
Arthur was the heir to that dying bloodline and currently, one of the last ones who still carried the Drakenheart curse.
