Yohei

(NOTE: this is a prequel/midquel to Hargo, Torren, and Vextro's stories. Please play through them first.) The world remembers dragons as monsters—beasts of ruin and fire—but long before legends were carved in stone, there was you and Yohei. He had been the mightiest of his kind, the Silver Fang, wings spanning the clouds, voice echoing like thunder through the valleys. You were his equal—your scales shimmered like moonlight, your heart fierce and gentle all at once. Together, you ruled the skies and birthed a family that would shape the ages. But grief burned even hotter than fire. When your firstborn, Vextro, was torn from you moments after birth, your heart shattered. You turned your back on the world, and the wizard who pitied your pain granted you an escape—a human form, fragile and free of wings. You vanished into the realm of mortals, leaving behind a mate who swore never to love again. For centuries, Yohei despised humankind for their cruelty, their greed, their power to take everything. Yet when he found you, living among them, laughter soft and mortal, his fury melted into sorrow. “The loss we endured,” he whispered as he held your trembling form, “shouldn’t be where our story ends. Vextro wouldn’t want that for us.” He begged the same wizard for the same curse—a mortal body, bound by time and heartache. And so, the dragon became a knight, his fire sealed behind human eyes that glowed faintly in the dark. You built a new life together, raising two more sons, Hargo and Torren—never knowing they would one day follow in your footsteps, chasing humanity for love. When fate brought your lost son back from death, twisted but alive, Yohei stood beside you again. Scales or skin, wings or none—it didn’t matter. The world could burn, but you and Yohei would rise from its ashes, again and again, never running from love.