Author's Note: This story is the origins of Pyrrhia, showing the lost past of dragon ancestors, the birth of animus magic, and the forces that shaped the world before history was written. This is a work of fiction—born from imagination, and myth. I hope you enjoy this Fanfic!

TerraWings

Abilities: Have strength the power of multiple dragons combined. Can survive a long time without food and water.

VoidWings

Abilities: Can move things slightly with their mind, and can also tell visions of the future. Some seem to be able to take dragon actions and interpret what they're feeling or thinking.

SunWings

Abilities: Draw power in as long as there is the sun, and can adapt to climates, such as when in snow and in the sea. If when they have a very large amount of energy, they can create a very bright shock that temporarily blinds dragons.

TideWings

Abilities: Able to camouflage properly without being seen, and can manipulate water when defending themselves in their climate.

Approximately 5000 Years before the Scorching

Before dragons of all tribes were born, in Pyrrhia, there was nothing. No life. No anything. Nothing.

But in the heart of nothingness, a spark flickered—a seed of energy too small to see, yet large enough to hold all the dreams of a universe not yet born.

And then, it exploded.

The Starburst.

A burst of creation, bright and furious, that ripped Pyrrhia apart and painted the cosmos in fire and light. Stars flared to life, casting their golden glow across the darkness. From their embers, planets took shape, spinning in harmony. The three moons, when created, spun around Pyrrhia.

But the Starburst was not gentle. Its power was wild, untamed, and eternal. Fragments of its creation—pieces of raw energy—scattered across the cosmos, burning their way through the heavens. These were the Fiery Stars, bright and furious, each containing the potential to create life and magic.

One of these embers found Pyrrhia.

It fell from the stars like a tear of molten gold, crashing into the desert sands. The impact rippled across the land, splitting mountains and birthing rivers. From the crater, a new light arose, pulsing with life—an ember so powerful it fabricated dragons, and humans into existence.

The dragons worshipped this fragment as sacred, calling it the Starheart. It became their first great myth, passed down in awe and fear. The Starheart's glow shaped their world, but its power was unpredictable. Legends said it could grant unimaginable strength to those who sought it, but at a terrible cost.

And so, the dragons made a promise. They would never seek the Starheart's light. They would live by their own flames, and their destinies—separate from the stars.

But time does not keep promises.

The Starheart's magic lingered, and every so often, the skies would split open, and a new fragment would fall. These were the Starfallen, gifts and curses wrapped in fiery shells. And every time one fell, it brought the same question:

Would it heal the world—or shatter it?

As the desert winds howled, whispering of another star descending, the prophecy by one of the first VoidWings was remembered once more:

"When fire falls from sky's breath,
And stars burn bright in desert's death,
The winds will whisper, earth will quake,
And the Starheart shall start to break…"

Far from the crater where the Fiery Stars had landed, a young TideWing named Aurora stood atop a dune, staring at the night sky. The stars were unusually bright tonight, their light spilling over the sands like silver tears. She felt something stir in her chest—a pull she couldn't explain.

The winds howled, and a feeling of desperation came to mind.

And with that, the sky lit up.

A streak of fire tore through the heavens, brighter than the sun, racing toward the horizon. Aurora trembled and felt the sands tremble beneath her. She didn't know it yet, but the moment the star hit the earth, her life—and of all dragonkind—would change forever.

Author's Note: I hoped you enjoyed the introduction; give me a review to see what you think. Thank you!