Birth Of First Silver Dragon

The fiery orb shot out, glowing brilliantly as it returned to its rightful place in space. Its warm light began to dispel the darkness that had engulfed the realms.

But something was wrong. The sun's radiance wasn't as scorching or vibrant as before. The Sun God, Surya, materialized in a weakened state. His body, a construct of divine essence and will, crumbled to the ground. Panting heavily, he muttered, "What… what happened?"

As he tried to make sense of his condition, memories hit him like a tidal wave. He saw himself scorching rivers, drying oceans, and causing unimaginable suffering to all living beings.

"Why? Why did I do such things?" he whispered, his confusion growing.

Meanwhile, Maruti's enormous body began to shrink rapidly. In moments, the colossal figure that had swallowed the sun was gone, replaced by a small child. His tiny form fell floating in space.

Maruti lay unconscious, his chest rising and falling weakly. He was only four years old. No ordinary being, let alone a child, could have swallowed the sun without suffering severe consequences. It was a feat that defied all logic.

Jörmungandr, his mission seemingly complete, spared no further attention to the child. Without a word, the massive serpent turned and slithered back to his distant lair, leaving the gods to decide Maruti's fate.

Gaia was the first to break the silence. Her emerald eyes burned with resolve as she spoke. "This is our chance. We voted to eliminate him, and now he's defenseless. Even as a child, he had enough power to defeat a high-ranking deity like Surya. If we allow him to grow, no one will be able to stop him."

Her words carried weight, and the other gods hesitated only briefly before nodding in agreement.

One by one, they summoned their power and flew toward Maruti's unconscious body. Their speed was incredible, and they arrived in the blink of an eye, surrounding the child like a storm about to strike.

The air grew heavy with tension, and all eyes were on Maruti, his small form lying helplessly in the vast expanse of space.

Many deities hesitated, their expressions heavy with doubt. "Killing an innocent child... it doesn't feel right," one of them murmured.

Gaia sighed, her face stern but conflicted. "Do we have another choice?" she asked, summoning a glowing dagger into her hand. "If no one else will do it, I'll bear the sins and karma of killing this child."

Her hand trembled as she raised the blade, her teeth gritted in determination. But just as she was about to strike, her arm froze. It was as if an invisible force was holding her back.

"Why… why can't I move my hand?" Gaia thought, panic rising in her chest.

"I'll try," a courageous god volunteered, stepping forward. He grasped his weapon and aimed at the unconscious Maruti, but his hand stopped mid-swing, unable to move any closer.

The other gods exchanged puzzled glances. Something beyond their understanding was happening.

Gaia closed her eyes and exhaled slowly, a hint of awe softening her voice. "It's fate," she whispered. "Fate won't allow us to kill him. That means… this child has a greater purpose."

The others weren't fools. They immediately understood the weight of her words.

"If fate wants him alive, then we should send him back where he came from," one deity suggested.

Gaia nodded, determination replacing hesitation in her voice. "Let's do that."

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Far from where the gods stood, a woman floated in the void of space. She appeared to be in her early thirties, her long, greyish-white hair cascading over her tanned skin. Her beauty was striking, but her dark and revealing attire gave her an ominous air.

Her body was covered in injuries, and her movements were sluggish, as though every moment was a struggle.

Suddenly, glowing blue chains materialized around her, crackling with lightning that surged painfully through her body. The woman gasped and turned to see who had bound her, and her eyes darkened at the sight.

Indra stood before her, his divine aura radiating power and confidence. A sly smile spread across his face. "I knew it was you, Atrox Fortuna, the goddess of misfortune," he said. His voice was sharp with accusation. "You were the reason behind Surya's madness."

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Three days had passed since the incident.

The gods had returned Maruti to his home, erasing his memories of what had happened. Their methods were powerful, leaving no trace of his actions or the events in his mind.

Meanwhile, Zeus had fallen at the hands of Kratos. The gods, paralyzed by fear, had done nothing to intervene. None of them dared to face the Ghost of Sparta and risk their own lives.

But the most pressing issue was Surya.

He had broken divine law, raising his temperature to such an extreme that millions of lives had perished in agony. Now, the gods gathered in a grand chamber, their faces grim as they prepared to pass judgment.

Surya sat in the center of the room, his weakened form hunched on the cold floor. He looked like a prisoner, his once-bright essence dimmed by guilt and shame.

The gods sat in a half-circle around him, their voices hushed but heavy with the weight of what was to come. Everyone knew this moment would determine the Sun God's fate.

The chamber grew tense as soldiers dragged a woman in chains to stand beside Surya. Her once-proud demeanor was gone, replaced by a cold resignation. She was none other than Atrox Fortuna, the goddess of misfortune, her presence causing unease among the gods.

Indra stood first, his voice sharp and unwavering. "Before we pass judgment, let me say this—Surya's actions were not entirely his own. He was manipulated by Fortuna, whose powers filled his heart with pride and ego. Consumed by such thoughts, he committed these atrocities."

A god with a long beard and piercing blue eyes frowned deeply. "But that does not absolve him of guilt. A high-ranking god, brought low by the schemes of a lesser deity? It's a disgrace to his status and our divine order."

The council murmured in agreement. Fortuna, despite being a low-mid-ranking goddess, had managed to corrupt Surya, something that was unthinkable for someone of his rank. This failure was not easy to overlook.

Fortuna clenched her fists, her lips trembling with frustration. "Am I truly going to die?" she thought bitterly. Her mind raced. "Hundreds of years... I planned for centuries to slowly corrupt Surya's mind, to lead the gods into a great war. That war was supposed to be my chance to rise in power. And now... all of it ruined in minutes by that cursed monkey child!"

Her gaze darted toward the floor, her anger bubbling beneath the surface, but she remained silent.

Gaia rose to speak next, her tone heavy with anger. "As the goddess of earth and land, I've suffered the greatest losses because of Surya's recklessness. Because of him, rivers dried, oceans burned, and countless lives were destroyed. I demand that Surya take full responsibility by self-detonating, allowing nature to choose a new Sun God."

Her words struck the council like a hammer. Many hesitated, their faces dark with conflict. Gaia's proposal was harsh, almost unthinkable. But could they deny it entirely? Surya's actions had caused immeasurable pain, and justice demanded a heavy price.

Surya himself broke the silence, his voice soft yet filled with sorrow. "I accept," he said, bowing his head. There was no fight left in him, only regret. He closed his eyes, preparing to end his existence right then and there.

But before he could act, a voice cried out, trembling with anguish. "No, you can't!"

All eyes turned toward the speaker. It was Selene, the goddess of the moon, her silver hair flowing like a river of light. Tears streamed down her face as she stepped forward, her hands trembling.

"Please, don't do this," Selene begged, her voice breaking with each word. "I can't bear to lose you like this, my love. Not this way."

The gods watched in silence as Selene turned to face them, her knees hitting the ground as she pleaded. "I'll take his place. Let me self-detonate instead. I'll bear the punishment for his actions. But please... spare him."

Her tears fell freely, glistening like stars as they hit the floor. Her pain was palpable, piercing through even the hardest of hearts. The council members looked at one another, their stern expressions faltering under the weight of her plea.

Surya's voice broke in desperation as he reached out, "No, Selene—"

Before he could finish, Selene's body turned to stone before his eyes. The room fell silent as cracks began to appear on her fragile form. A moment later, her body shattered into countless pieces, scattering like ash in the air.

She had self-detonated.

But it wasn't her true body. The real Selene was the moon itself, and her soul and essence resided within that celestial sphere. When her will shattered, so did her essence, and in that instant, Selene was no more.

"NOOOOO!" Surya's cry echoed through the chamber, filled with unbearable grief. He fell to his knees, his hands trembling as he clutched the ground. The goddess he loved, the one who had sacrificed everything for him, was gone.

But Selene had made a critical mistake. Unlike a planned self-detonation, which left behind a will and properly redistributed power, her impulsive act left her essence untethered.

The moon, which once glowed brightly in the night sky, turned grim and dark. Its lightless surface looked lifeless, like a reflection of her death. But moments later, something extraordinary happened.

A stream of silver light, radiant like flowing water, poured from the moon's surface. It glimmered like a river of stars, cascading through the void of space before piercing Earth's atmosphere with unstoppable force.

The celestial silver essence, raw and powerful, searched for a host. It didn't choose a human, elf, or dwarf. Instead, it found something far more ancient—a massive creature with two long wings, sharp horns, and shimmering white scales.

A female white dragon.

The essence struck her like lightning, embedding itself deep into her being. The dragon let out an earth-shaking roar.

"ROOOAAARRRR!"

Her cries were deafening as her body writhed in agony. She thrashed violently, her massive wings flapping uncontrollably as she clawed at the ground. Her pain was unimaginable, as if her very flesh and bones were being torn apart.

The agony continued for days, each second stretching into an eternity. The dragon's mighty roars echoed across mountains and valleys, shaking the earth itself. Her body glowed with a radiant silver light, so bright it was blinding.

Slowly, the essence began to merge with her. Her white scales turned to shimmering silver, glowing faintly like moonlight. Her horns gleamed with a metallic sheen, and her eyes became orbs of pure silver, reflecting the heavens above.

When the pain subsided, she stood tall, her powerful body radiating divine energy. Her transformation was complete.

The first Silver Dragon had been born.