The Kingdom of Dravion was a legend that had withstood the test of time since the dawn of history. For 10,000 years, no storm nor war had been able to bring this ancient land to its knees. It was a realm where the mountains pierced the heavens, rivers gleamed like gold, and forests were filled with secrets. In the earliest ages, the foundation of Dravion, according to legend, was laid with the stardust of a celestial being that descended from the heavens. This star bestowed a mighty crown upon the kingdom's first king, Aetherion, granting him the title of "Master of Time." Since that day, every ruler of Dravion had worn this crown, becoming legends themselves, carrying the very spirit and power of the kingdom.
Dravion was renowned not only for its warriors but also for its wisdom. The heart of the kingdom was the Tower of Light, a place where scholars, mages, and seers had gathered for millennia. The ancient scrolls housed within its walls held forgotten languages and arcane secrets, whispered only by those who dared to unlock their mysteries. Dravion's archers were so skilled that their arrows would cut through the air as if parting the very winds. The kingdom's warriors seemed as though forged from steel, unwavering and unyielding in the face of any challenge. The kingdom's symbol was a dragon, soaring through the sky with shimmering golden scales and eyes like stars. According to the legend, this dragon appeared in Dravion's darkest moments, protecting its people from harm.
Yet, Dravion's 10,000-year history was not filled solely with victories. The kingdom had faced near destruction countless times, tested by curses and betrayals. Still, each time, it had risen from the ashes. During the Great Dark Age, the land was poisoned by the greed of a mage, rivers ran dry, and crops withered. But the people of Dravion united, overcoming the curse and rejuvenating their land. In another era, barbarian armies from the north besieged the kingdom's castle, and after days of siege, the walls of Dravion cracked. Just when all seemed lost, a golden dragon appeared in the sky, incinerating the invaders with its fiery breath.
The strength of Dravion did not only stem from its armies or treasures; it lived in the spirit of its people. Every Dravionian knew they carried the legacy of their ancestors. Children grew up with tales of dragons; women sang mourning songs for those who fell in battle; men raised their swords in defense of their homeland. The kingdom's 10,000-year existence was proof of their unity and resilience.
Now, once again, Dravion was under threat. The curse of Thanar had cast a shadow over the kingdom, turning even allies into enemies. But the history of Dravion made one thing clear: no matter how dark the storm, this kingdom would never surrender. The Tower of Light still burned bright, the dragon still soared in the sky... And Dravion was once again ready to face its destiny.