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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

The forest was silent, only the wind rustling the dry leaves. In the middle of the lushness, far from the dark and mysterious cave entrance, Darnisha was stunned. There, stood Prince Enver, his figure dashing in his royal uniform, with his sister, Alana, who always looked graceful. Around them, the palace guards stood guard, their faces tense and alert. 


Darnisha could not hold herself back. Her feet moved nimbly, crashing through the bushes and spreading tree roots. Tears were already wetting her cheeks when she arrived in front of them. 


"Prince Enver..." Her voice was choked, barely audible amidst the roar of her heart. 


Enver, who had been talking to a guard, turned his head. His eyebrows knitted together when he saw Darnisha running towards them. He wanted to throw his anger, demanding an explanation for Prince Cyrill's whereabouts. However, before he could open his mouth, Alana's hand grabbed his arm, signaling him to hold back. 


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