Energy Bloodline

The Last of His Kind

In all of Terros, across both Eldoria and Arcadia, only one pure energy dragon remains: Declan, son of the Dragon King, last of the noble amethyst line that once served as keeper of memory and bridge between realms.

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When King Soran's greed shattered Aethoria two thousand years ago, the Dragon King died trying to hold the dimensions open, to save his people from being trapped forever. Thousands of dragons fell with him. The portal to the dragon realm sealed shut. The royal amethyst bloodline—bearers of energy magic and guardians of ancient memory—was thought extinct.

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But one energy crystal survived, hidden deep in a cave behind a waterfall, protected by ancient magic and sheer chance. For two millennia, it waited in darkness, holding the last prince of a lost kingdom, carrying the memories of his father's sacrifice and his people's fall.

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Until a terrified seven-year-old girl, running for her life from creatures she didn't understand, touched it by accident and set him free.

Two orphans. Two lost souls. Both were alone in a world that had taken everything from them.

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They wrapped around each other—his tail around her finger, her arms around his tiny body—and refused to let go.

For fourteen years, they have been each other's family, protector, and hope. The Wolf of the North and the Dragon Prince. The girl who survived and the dragon who remembered.

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Together, they carry the weight of two thousand years of loss, and the possibility that broken things can still choose to save each other.

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Declan - The Teenage King

At fourteen years old, Declan stands fifty-five feet from snout to tail, his amethyst scales shifting to deep violet in certain light—the color of bruised fruit, of twilight, of power that defies easy categorization. In the Celestial Court stables—used only for battle preparation—he's separated from other dragons by triple-thick walls. Not because he poses a threat, but because his soul magic makes them deeply uncomfortable.

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The other dragons feel what he is. They recognize the power thrumming through his young body, sense the weight of kingship he carries even at fourteen. Some respond with deference, instinctively acknowledging royalty. Others respond with aggression—after two thousand years without a Dragon King, not all are eager to see one rise again.

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Outside the stables, Declan moves freely with Raven, never far from her side. They are rarely apart.

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Through the egg memories passed down through his royal bloodline, he carries the wisdom and experiences of every Dragon King who came before him—including his father's final moments, the desperate attempt to hold the dimensions open, the weight of watching his entire civilization fall. He knows battle strategies from wars fought millennia ago, diplomatic protocols for courts that no longer exist, and the true history of the Shattering that most of Terros has forgotten or rewritten.

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But he's also a snarky teenage dragon who teases Raven about her bedhead and gets threatened that if he breaks one more set of armor, she'll leave him naked for the next engagement.

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This duality defines him: profound wisdom wrapped in teenage sass, ancient sorrow carried with youthful defiance, the last keeper of memory who refuses to be weighed down by what he remembers.

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His personality is:

• Fiercely protective - He will drag Raven's soul back from the void if she dies (his words, not a metaphor)

• Wickedly clever - Twice as smart as most men, with a sharp wit he deploys liberally

• Patient when needed - He offers comfort and wisdom when Raven spirals into guilt or fear

• Ruthlessly honest - "You're afraid. That's new." He doesn't sugarcoat

• Viscerally opposed to glyphs - His hatred runs bone-deep; he once spit fire directly into a glyph's face

• Playfully irreverent - Calls Raven "little wolf" and constantly tests her patience
   

The Bond - Little Wolf and Dragon Prince

For fourteen years, Raven and Declan have been inseparable. What began when a terrified seven-year-old freed a newborn dragon from his crystal prison has evolved into something deeper than the traditional dragon-rider bond—they are family, partners, and each other's anchor in a world that has tried repeatedly to destroy them both.

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Their connection operates on multiple levels simultaneously:

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Telepathic Unity

Their mind-speak flows as naturally as breathing. In the heat of battle, Declan shares tactical images directly into Raven's mind—an exposed flank, a gap in enemy lines, the shift of soldiers repositioning. She responds with strategy; he adds sarcasm. Even in life-or-death situations, their banter continues: "You just want an excuse to show off those new maneuvers." His response carries both amusement and affection: "If I had your teeth, I'd flaunt them at every opportunity."

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Emotional Conduit

Declan feels what Raven won't admit to herself. When she spirals into guilt over Vallen, he projects steady calm and brutal honesty: "You were a child. A terrified, innocent child who did nothing wrong." When she lies—even to herself—he knows. His worry radiates through their bond, "almost parental, which is so ridiculous it makes her want to laugh and cry at the same time."
 

Physical Connection

A stroke along his neck, and he arches, rumbling with pleasure. Physical touch deepens their bond, allows her to ground herself in his presence. In the stables, she checks every buckle, every seam of his armor personally—not because she doesn't trust the handlers, but because taking care of him is how she shows love.

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Battle Synchronization

They move as one unit. She reads his muscle tension through her legs, feels his heartbeat sync with hers. He coordinates with other dragons on her command, herds enemies like sheep, and knows exactly when to dive without her speaking a word. Declan is smarter than most commanders, more tactical than most generals, and absolutely ruthless when protecting his rider.
 

Mutual Protection

His threat is not hyperbole: "If you die, I will drag your soul back from the void." She once threw herself between him and a glyph attack when he was still growing. Neither will allow the other to face danger alone. Their survival is intertwined—not because of prophecy or duty, but because losing each other is unthinkable.
 

After fourteen years of shared trauma, victory, loss, and growth, they have become what few dragon-rider pairs ever achieve: equals who chose each other and refuse to let go.
 

A Future Unwritten

Declan is the first energy dragon active in Terros in two thousand years. His presence alone shifts the balance of magic in ways no one fully understands yet.

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Whatever destiny awaits them, the Dragon Prince and his Wolf will face it together—as they always have.

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