Here is the full story of The Last Song of Drakemere, written as a complete fantasy tale 🌄🐉
The Last Song of Drakemere
High in the north stood the Mountains of Drakemere, jagged and ancient, their peaks crowned with silver snow. Every hundred years, a song rose from those mountains—a deep, powerful melody that flowed through the valleys, waking seeds in the soil and filling rivers with life. Forests bloomed, animals multiplied, and people celebrated.
But this year, the song did not come.
Instead, there was silence.
The Fading World
In the village of Hollowfen, leaves fell early and turned grey before touching the ground. Streams thinned into trickles. Farmers whispered in fear, for they knew the truth passed down in stories:
If the dragon's song fades, the land will follow.
Among them lived Rin, a sixteen-year-old bard with a weathered lute and a heart full of music. Unlike others, Rin could feel the silence—it pressed against her ears like a missing note.
One night, as she played beside the dying forest, an old fox with silver fur appeared. Around his neck hung a broken charm shaped like a flame.
"The song is dying," the fox spoke softly. "And so is the dragon."
Rin froze. "You can talk?"
"I always could," the fox replied. "The world just stopped listening."
The Journey Begins
The fox, named Asho, revealed he was once a guardian of Drakemere. He gave Rin a living map, inked on dragonhide. The paths on it shifted as she moved.
"The Last Red Dragon sleeps beneath the mountain," Asho said. "But its memories are fading. When memory dies, song dies."
Without hesitation, Rin packed her lute and followed the map into the mountains.
Along the way, she crossed Stone Pass, where ancient guardians tested travelers. Instead of fighting, Rin played a melody of peace. The stone giants, long frozen, stepped aside.
She crossed the Mirror Ravine, where illusions tried to trap her in false versions of herself—stronger, braver, perfect. Rin escaped only by accepting her fear instead of denying it.
Each challenge cost her something. Small memories slipped away—her mother's face, her first song, her village's laughter. She didn't notice at first.
The Dragon's Truth
At the heart of Drakemere lay a glowing cavern. There, curled among embers, was the Last Red Dragon—vast, scarred, and dim.
Its voice echoed in Rin's mind.
"I remember nothing."
The dragon explained that its song was made of shared memory—the lives, hopes, and stories of the world. Over time, humans forgot the old bonds. Songs were replaced with noise. Stories were abandoned.
Without memory, the dragon weakened.
Rin realized the terrible truth:
To restore the dragon's song, she must give her own memories.
The Last Song
Rin raised her lute. Her fingers trembled.
She played not for glory, not for reward—but for connection.
She poured her memories into the melody:
Her childhood laughter
Her first fear
Her love for stories and songs
As she played, the dragon's scales burned brighter. The cavern shook. A powerful song rose into the sky—deep, warm, alive.
Forests bloomed. Rivers surged. Life returned.
When the music ended, Rin collapsed.
A New Beginning
Rin awoke in Hollowfen.
The forest was green again. Birds sang. People smiled at her kindly—but she didn't recognize them.
A silver fox sat beside her.
"Do you know your name?" Asho asked gently.
She shook her head.
He smiled. "That's alright. The world remembers you."
Rin picked up her lute. Though she remembered nothing, her hands moved perfectly.
And when she played, the mountains hummed softly—
for the song of Drakemere would never fade again.
✨ Moral:
Stories, songs, and memories keep the world alive—and sometimes, saving everything means giving a part of yourself.
If you want, I can:
Turn this into a short novel chapter
Make it a series
Rewrite it in simpler language for exams
Create a comic-style version
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