Ember the Fireless Flame🔊

Once upon a time, in the magic lands of Lyra, nestled between towering mountains and endless seas, existed a bustling town known as Ravenbrook. The town was remarkable due to its inhabitants who were not humans but mystical dragons of varying shapes and sizes.

There lived a young dragon named Ember in this unique Town of Dragons. His scales were as bright as the sun itself which shimmered even in the darkest nights. Ember was different from the other dragons, not because of his radiant scales, but because he was the only dragon incapable of breathing fire. This oddity made him the subject of ridicule and often a loner.

On a freezing winter day, when the North winds blew fiercely, the Frost Giants attacked Ravenbrook. They were mighty beings from the Far North, with hearts as cold as ice and breath as sharp as winter winds. The dragons tried their best to resist the attackers, unleashing their mighty fire, but the chill of the Frost Giants extinguished their flames almost immediately.

Desperate and all losing hope, they turned to Ember, their last resort. Having no fire to offer, Ember felt helpless. But his mother, Elder Dragoness Seraphina, whispered to him, 'Ember, fire isn't just heat and destruction. It’s warmth and light. Remember it always, my son.'

Ember, swallowed with fear, stepped in front of the army of Frost Giants. He focused every ounce of his energy at the pit of his belly, the source of a dragon's flame, and did something he had never done before; he chose not to breathe fire but be the fire. Ember's scales illuminated the surrounding darkness casting an aura of a bright, warm sunrise. The frost giants recoiled, the severe coldness that shielded them began to melt away before this unusual heat.

The brightness and warmth intensified further, overcoming the frigid darkness of the Giants, and thawing the cold bindings they had cast on the Dragons. Powerless and unable to bear the pleasant warmth, the Frost Giants retreated, leaving Ravenbrook.

Ember's glow gradually simmered down, revealing the shiny and grateful eyes of his kin. That night, the town witnessed the first-ever fireless victory, all thanks to the glimmering Ember. From then on, Ember was not a laughing stock, but a beacon of hope and courage.

So, Ember who was once viewed as the weakest among them was now the strongest and the bravest. And he got a new name, Ember 'the Fireless Flame'. He proved that conventional strength isn't the only measure of power; sometimes, the strength lies within yourself, in love, warmth and radiance, waiting to be discovered.