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Crycill, an adventurous young man, fell in love at first sight with Darnisha Alqueena. Darnisha was not a princess, nor a goddess from heaven, just an ordinary girl. However, for Crycill, Darnisha was a rare beauty. Her dark and sweet skin, her shiny blonde hair, and her mysterious eyes had captivated his heart.
Crycill's love for Darnisha was so deep, that he was willing to sacrifice everything he could. He heard legends about an ancient wizard who could turn humans into dragons, and about a pearl stone that could grant any wish. Without hesitation, Crycill sought out the wizard, who was willing to sacrifice his humanity for Darnisha. The wizard, with a sly smile, agreed, but with a terrible condition, Crycill had to give up his heart, which would be the source of his dragon's power and curse.
Crycill transformed into a mighty dragon, his scales gleaming like gold, his eyes emitting the fire of love for Darnisha. However, his love was not reciprocated. Darnisha, who was actually only fascinated by Crycill's power & planned a betrayal to get the pearl embedded in Crycill's dragon heart without his knowledge.
In the midst of the chaos, Enver, Crycill's brother, arrived. He had been following Crycill's trail, sensing something was wrong. He witnessed Darnisha's betrayal himself. He was determined to save his brother, even though he knew the task would not be easy.
Enver carried Crycill's badly injured body to a safe place. He began to study ancient spells, looking for a way to reverse the dragon's curse. Night after night, Enver tried potions and spells, but nothing worked. He began to despair, seeing his brother suffer in the form of a helpless dragon.
One day, Enver met Darnisha's younger sister, named Alana.
Would he succeed in turning Crycill back into a human? Would he fall in love with Alana, a woman who was actually the traitor's sister?

Betrayed and the Rise of the Kingdom

That night, the moon hung pale in the sky of the Atlas kingdom. Two guards, their faces tense and sweat pouring down their foreheads, hurried towards King Titan's room. In their hands were tightly gripped scraps of pale-colored servant clothes. 


Just before they reached the door of the king's room, a shadowy figure blocked their way. Prince Enver, with eyes as sharp as an eagle, stared at them suspiciously. The torchlight in the corridor highlighted his stern face. 


"Halt!" he ordered, his voice breaking the silence of the night. "What are you carrying? And why are you in such a hurry to see the king?" 


The two guards were surprised, bowing nervously. "Prince Enver," said one of them, his voice trembling. "We...we must immediately report something important to the King," 


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