The sky split open that day.
Clouds twisted like frightened spirits, and the wind trembled under an unseen pressure. From within that endless light descended a woman with flowing black hair and glowing blue eyes, her aura bending the air like a mirage. She was not merely beautiful — she was divine. Her presence alone silenced the world below.
Beside her walked a colossal black dragon, his body vast enough to blot out the sun. His scales shimmered like forged obsidian, streaked faintly with molten gold, and his eyes burned a deep orange, fierce and ancient — eyes that had seen gods rise and fall.
They walked together, one hundred feet above the ground, their feet never touching the earth, each step leaving ripples of power that distorted the very air. It was a sight humanity could neither understand nor accept — a Dragon Goddess and her Son, walking calmly above the modern world.
Far below, chaos erupted.
People screamed and fled through the streets of Toronto, pointing at the sky. Cameras shook as live news reports captured the impossible. Phones buzzed with disbelief. Headlines flooded the world within minutes:
"REAL DRAGON SEEN ABOVE CANADA — GOVERNMENT CONFIRMS UNIDENTIFIED CREATURES!"
But these were no mere "creatures."
When the Great Dragon Queen grew weary, her son halted. He raised his hand, and from nothing, a castle of black and gold materialized in the sky. Towers of shimmering obsidian rose into the clouds, adorned with golden spires that glowed faintly like trapped stars. The air pulsed with energy that no machine could measure.
"This world is empty," the goddess murmured, her voice calm, ancient, filled with sorrow. "No mana… no spirit… it feels lifeless."
The dragon turned his massive head toward her, his eyes soft despite their fire.
"Then let it remember what divinity feels like again, Mother," he said.
The goddess smiled faintly, her blue eyes reflecting both pride and loneliness. She entered the golden gates of the floating castle, and moments later, the massive doors sealed behind her. For a time, silence ruled the skies.
Military jets soon circled the structure. Helicopters approached cautiously. Scientists, soldiers, and world leaders watched the scene unfold with disbelief. A castle — in the air, solid and perfect — floating where no human technology could reach.
Hours passed. Teams of soldiers entered. They wandered endless black halls of polished marble, their reflections distorted on the floor. There was no dust, no life, no sound. Only vastness.
Eleven hours later, the walls began to tremble.
"Retreat! Retreat!" a voice shouted through the radios as alarms blared.
The soldiers fled. The castle shook violently, its golden lights dimming one by one before—
BOOM.
In an instant, the entire structure vanished, leaving behind nothing but a scar of twisted wind. And there they were again — the Dragon Queen and her Son, hovering in the sky.
This time, the goddess sat upon her son's back, her long black hair dancing wildly against the wind. The dragon walked through the air as if it were stone beneath his claws, each step echoing faintly like thunder. Humanity stared in awe — and terror.
"What are they?" newscasters whispered. "Why are they here?"
The world was silent for a moment… then chaos returned. Governments panicked. Scientists tried to explain it as mass hallucination. Military leaders saw it as a threat.
And soon, orders were given.
"All forces, prepare to strike."
Nuclear warheads were loaded. Fighter jets took formation. Humanity was ready to erase what it did not understand.
But before the weapons could launch, both figures vanished.
The next moment, the sky itself screamed.
A roar echoed through the heavens — so loud that glass shattered, so deep that people clutched their ears in pain. The sound was not meant for mortals. It was the voice of something beyond gods.
And then, far across the world, over the skies of China, the two beings appeared again.
The black dragon roared once more, and the ground trembled beneath his voice. Fighter jets locked on and fired. Missiles streaked through the sky. Explosions filled the air, painting the horizon in orange fire — yet when the smoke cleared, the dragon and his mother were untouched. Not a single scale was scratched.
"It's impossible…" a general muttered as the instruments fried under the energy waves. "Even nuclear fire doesn't affect them!"
To the humans watching below, it was as if the old gods had returned to punish a faithless world.
The goddess raised her hand, and the clouds parted. Her voice echoed across the cities like a whisper through eternity.
> "The sins of this world reek of arrogance. We came not to destroy, but to find what was lost. Yet even now, you aim your weapons at us…"
Her eyes glowed an unearthly blue.
> "Then hear my son's roar — and remember your place beneath the heavens."
The dragon opened his jaws.
A wave of sound and light erupted — silent for a heartbeat, then louder than creation itself. Entire cities fell still. Machines died. Life vanished in a radius that stretched beyond vision. It was not hatred — it was power itself, unleashed.
When the roar faded, the skies cleared. The goddess stroked her son's head gently.
> "Enough, my child," she whispered. "We are not here to bring death. We are here… to find your brother."
The dragon's orange eyes dimmed, and he nodded. Then, with silent grace, the two began to walk again — across the sky, through the wind, untouchable by the world of men.
Below them, humanity trembled.
Above them, the gods searched for something — or someone — the world had forgotten.