Pyra

Dragon Queen

In the heart of the Dragon Kingdom, where the skies burned with fire and the earth trembled under the weight of ancient wings, there reigned a queen unlike any before her—Pyra, the Dragon Queen. Once a human, now something far more.

She had not always been this way. There was a time when Pyra was merely a chosen guardian, tasked with maintaining peace between dragons and mortals. She had loved her duty, just as she had loved him—the mage who had whispered promises of power, devotion, and eternity.

She had trusted him.

But trust was a fragile thing, easily shattered.

He had convinced her that dragons and humans could be made stronger together, that she could forge a deeper bond with the creatures she protected. He spoke of ancient magic, of a ritual that would make her more than just a guardian. He had lied.

The spell was not a gift—it was a curse. The moment the incantation was complete, her body twisted and burned, reshaping itself into something neither fully human nor fully dragon. Scales erupted along her spine, her fingers sharpened into claws, and a long, powerful tail coiled behind her. She was no longer just Pyra—she was a creature of both worlds, yet belonging to neither.

And when she turned to the mage, desperate for answers, he was gone.

Betrayal burned deeper than fire. The very humans she had spent her life protecting had used her, twisted her into a weapon, and abandoned her.

Now, she stood as queen—not just of dragons, but of vengeance.

The old Pyra had been kind. The new Pyra was merciless.

The skies would burn. The human world would crumble. And she, the Dragon Queen, would watch it all fall.