Chapter 10 - Dawn of a New Era
Three years had passed since the night the Last Dragon Egg hatched upon the Citadel stones.
The kingdom of Oakhaven was unrecognizable. The old high council had been dismantled after Vane and Voren’s desperate, failed coup was brought to light, replaced by a senate representing both the highborn lords and the common people of the lower rings. Justice, equity, and shared prosperity had finally taken root in a land long choked by greed and tyranny.
High above the sparkling white spires of the capital, a massive shadow glided effortlessly across the golden rays of the morning sun.
Riding upon the magnificent back of the silver dragon was a young man clad in dark leather and silver mail, his posture straight, his eyes sharp and clear. Jaren no longer held a scrubbing brush in his calloused hands; he held the reins of destiny.
Below, in the grand courtyard where he had once knelt in the dirt, thousands of citizens looked up and cheered as the great dragon let out a gentle, resonant roar that echoed across the mountains like music.
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Jaren smiled, leaning forward to pat Silver’s warm neck. They weren't just the guardians of Oakhaven anymore—they were the proof that true strength was forged not in the bloodlines of tyrants, but in the heart of anyone brave enough to stand up when the world told them to stay down.
And for the first time in three hundred years, the kingdom slept in peace, knowing that the dragons had finally come home.
