Aurelion

From the molten veins of the newborn earth, Aurelion rose — the first creature

shaped directly by divine hands. Vita poured life into him, Kael gave him

fury, and Gaia forged his body from the deepest fires beneath the crust. His

scales burned like liquid gold. His wings stretched so wide that when he flew,

the land below fell into shadow as though night had come early. Aurelion knew

neither fear nor equal. He claimed the sky as his throne and the horizon as

his kingdom. Every volcano that erupted was an echo of his breath. Every

sunrise that painted the clouds in gold was a memory of his passage. He was

the first thing the gods created that made them pause and wonder if they had

gone too far. They had. But for one glorious age, Aurelion burned across the

heavens — and the world had never been more beautiful — or more afraid.