Chapter 25: The Wings That Burned in War.

The night was quiet in the Academy dorms. Ares was sleeping soundly when, suddenly, in the midst of the silence, he felt an intense magical presence. Upon opening his eyes, he found himself in a vast crimson sky, floating above a world that was not his own.

"What… is this?" he whispered.

A colossal figure emerged from the clouds: it was Blue, his familiar, but with a much more imposing appearance. His blue fire scales shimmered with intensity, and his eyes, though fierce, radiated a deep sadness.

"Welcome to my memories, Ares," said the dragon, his voice deep and nostalgic. "It's time you learned who I was… and what I fought for."

The scene changed. Now they stood over a vast mountain range engulfed in flames and lightning. Thousands of dragons soared through the skies, asserting their dominance. At the center of it all, a throne of bones and gold, where a gigantic being rested: the Alpha Dragon King.

Blue flew beside him, pride in his every motion. He was his general—his sword and his shield.

"Humans trembled before us. The skies were ours. We were invincible…"

But then, the memory darkened. A figure descended from the heavens like a comet of shadow and steel. The Hero of the Chaos Sword. No one knew his origin. No one knew his name. But what he brought… was destruction.

"Just one… was enough," Blue said, his voice cracking. "That man killed Alpha. Killed me. Killed us all. His sword could pierce anything—even our souls."

Ares stared, wide-eyed, unable to speak.

"My soul survived, sealed for centuries… until you called me. I don't know why I chose you, but the moment I saw that blue fire… I knew you were different."

The memory began to fade, and Ares returned to his bed, drenched in sweat, his heart pounding.

"Blue…" he whispered. "You went through all that…?"

From the window, Blue gazed at the moon, his eyes gleaming with that unquenchable flame.

"I'm not just your familiar, Ares. I am your sword… and you, my second chance."