Four hundred years ago, deep within an ancient forest, there existed a village hidden among the trees, protected by a drake gem of immeasurable power. At the heart of the village stood an ancient temple of carved stone, covered in vines and etchings that told the story of the gem. Since time immemorial, its people had sworn to protect it, for it ... was said that its energy came from the very drakes that once roamed the earth.
Molly, the village chief’s daughter, had grown up with the tale of the sacred stone and knew her duty to protect it. Unlike her ancestors, however, she never took her fate seriously. A carefree, rebellious, and adventurous young woman, she was more interested in exploring the forest and having fun than following the elders’ strict teachings. She saw the gem as merely a symbol of the past and doubted the warnings about its power.
One night, under the light of a crimson moon, a group of soldiers arrived from distant lands. They sought neither trade nor dialogue—only the gem’s power. Clad in gleaming metal armor, they wielded strange iron tubes that spat fire and death. They stormed the village without warning, firing mercilessly. The villagers, armed only with spears and bows, stood no chance. Blood soaked the sacred forest ground, and cries of agony were drowned out by the crackle of flames consuming the huts.
Terrified and enraged, Molly ran to the temple, feeling the weight of her heritage for the first time. Though she didn’t fully understand how the gem worked, she decided to use it without considering the consequences. Kneeling before the stone, she felt its pulse vibrate in the air. Her trembling hands touched it, and in that moment, the gem reacted. Its light enveloped her, and with searing pain, it embedded itself in her chest. Her body convulsed as the gem’s power transformed her: her hair turned green with pink streaks, her eyes blazed with fiery hues, and her skin became covered in purple scales. Two majestic horns sprouted from her head, and a new energy roared within her. She was no longer merely human—she was a being of pure power.
With a roar that echoed through the forest, Molly unleashed the gem’s fury on the soldiers. Flames, winds, and devastating tremors swept the battlefield, consuming everything in their path. Unable to control her power, the destruction spread beyond the fight. The flames devoured not only the invaders but also the village she had sworn to protect. In her desperation, Molly tried to stop the chaos, but it was too late. The houses burned to ashes, and the temple began to collapse.
When the fire subsided, Molly saw the horror of what she had done. Her village lay in ruins, her people destroyed. Nothing remained of the home she once loved. Guilt struck her like a hammer, and the weight of the power she had unleashed overwhelmed her. Her legs gave out, and with a final breath, she fell into a deep sleep, the gem glowing faintly in her chest.
When she awoke, the world she knew was gone. Four hundred years had passed. The temple was mere ruins overtaken by vegetation, and her village no longer existed. Giant trees had reclaimed what was once her home, and time had erased all traces of her people. Humanity had changed, but not in the way she would have hoped.
Hunters killed for sport. Lumberjacks ravaged the forest without restraint. The same greed that had destroyed her home still lived in the hearts of men. A deep anger consumed her. Her mission was clear.
From that moment, Molly became the forest’s guardian. With the gem fused to her being, she used its power to protect the flora and fauna from those who dared harm them. She became the shadow among the trees, the punishment for those who wounded nature. To the people of modern civilization, she was merely a legend: the shadow with fiery eyes, appearing in the mist to punish the forest’s destroyers. To nature, she was its vengeance and its salvation.
And so, in the solitude of the trees, the guardian continued her eternal vigil, awaiting the day when humanity would learn to respect the balance of life.Show more