Dragon Genesis: I Can Create Dragons - Chapter 549: The Dawn of the Dragon
Chapter 549: The Dawn of the Dragon
That was why the Dawn of the Dragon loved this place.
The tree didn’t feel like a normal tree.
It felt like a promise.
So late at night, they came quietly.
And they prayed.
Because they truly believed each prayer would later become food that would help their people survive.
Of course, not everyone in the city followed it—not even close. There were only… a few. But that was enough. These people believed they were here for a cause, and that more people would join their cause eventually.
And with their Faith holding them together, they created a routine.
They came after work, after the day’s exhaustion had settled into their bones, and stood in a half circle, facing the tree.
And at the center, near the roots, Vandra waited.
She wasn’t dressed like a priest.
She didn’t wear bright robes or golden symbols.
In the Heights, no one had the luxury for that.
But she wore the one thing that mattered.
Certainty.
Her eyes were bright, and her voice never shook when she spoke her God’s name. The woman truly believed Kael was a God, and no one could make her think otherwise.
Tonight, the group was larger than usual.
The last two days—the Stonefangs coming in, settling with them, now working with them, the Water Incident, the fear of what tribes outside would do—all of this broke people.
Many Velmourns didn’t know where to put their fear anymore.
So they brought it here.
And together with fear, they brought something else.
Hope.
Vandra raised her hands slightly, and the crowd quieted.
“The day was hard,”
She said softly.
A few people nodded.
“Unity is hard,”
She continued.
“But our God did not choose easy paths.
He chose a path that keeps us alive.”
The people nodded again; this time, the devotion in their eyes looked even stronger.
Vandra smiled, then turned her gaze to the Faith Tree.
“All we need to do is to thank him.
For food.
For warmth.
For survival.
For… the courage he forces into our hands.”
Then the ’sharing’ began, like it always did.
A woman spoke about her child now smiling more brightly, now that his stomach had been full for an entire week. How her child actually had bright eyes when he woke up and looked forward to the day.
An old man was the same; he spoke about not having to worry about waking up hungry.
A young soldier spoke about seeing Kael stand between two sides and not flinch. How his Lord’s presence alone calmed not just him, but the entire army—even those who did not believe in him.
Every story was different.
But every story ended in the same place.
“He changed our lives.”
That was the daily meeting.
That was what the Dawn of the Dragon was.
They didn’t just gather to pray or worship Kael—they gathered to share their experiences, to… talk.
And just as these conversations were continuing like they usually did—
Something happened.
A sound of boots was heard.
Heavy boots.
Different from… how most Velmourns walked.
In an instant, heads turned.
Were they expecting visitors?
No.
All the members knew what time they were supposed to gather, and almost no one was ever late.
But of course, it was a common sight to see new people wanting to join them, so most of the time, people coming late was welcomed.
But not today.
Because the moment the members of the Dawn of the Dragon saw who the new people were, their hands stiffened; some even stepped back without thinking.
Stonefangs.
Five of them.
Then more behind them.
Men and women, and one older Stonefang with a face full of deep lines. Their shoulders were still broad, their presence still felt dangerous, but their eyes were not sharp like they normally were.
Their eyes were… curious.
They looked at the tree.
And then they looked at the gathered Velmourns like they were watching something strange.
The Stonefangs did not have weapons in their hands either, neither did they seem to have any intention of attacking.
But their presence alone was… intimidating.
And the Velmourns were intimidated.
“What are they doing here?”
Someone whispered.
“Are they… going to attack us?”
Another gulped.
A young man’s hand went toward his belt on instinct.
Vandra saw it.
Then, she stepped forward before fear could turn into noise.
“Stop,”
She spoke in her usual, calm voice, as if the sight did not surprise her.
The Velmourns stilled and surprisingly, the Stonefangs stopped as well. They seemed… unsure; they did not know what to do, so they just… looked at her.
And just like that, tension rose.
It felt like one wrong step here would do something irreversible, something… that might destroy everything Kael had built so far. A thought that terrified the members of the Dawn of the Dragon.
But then—
“Vak… tor,”
Vandra stepped forward and spoke.
In Stonefang tongue.
Her words were definitely not fluent; most of her pronunciation was wrong, but the meaning was delivered.
No fight.
The Stonefangs blinked.
One of them exchanged a quick look with another.
They had not expected the girl to speak their tongue.
“Lady Vandra…?”
The Velmourns also stared in shock, surprised as to how Vandra knew Stonefang Tongue. Vandra slowly turned to her people and—
“Lord Kael wants us to live with them. The least I can do is to learn their tongue and contribute.”
She reasoned, and the members of the Dawn of the Dragon blinked, as if an entirely different possibility was now shining right in front of them.
Vandra nodded at her people, then turned toward the Stonefangs again and in her rough, unclear, clumsy Stonefang tongue, she asked:
“Why… you come?”
The oldest Stonefang stepped forward half a step. His hands stayed visible, as if he was showing he held no weapons and had no intentions of attacking.
“Flying Man God. Velmourn say people pray to God here.
We came to see and… pray together.”
He spoke in a low, careful tone, as if he knew the woman in front of him wouldn’t be able to understand if he spoke too fast.
Vandra’s brows knitted as she tried to catch the words.
She understood only pieces, but those pieces were more than enough.
She looked back at her people and translated.
“They heard about this place,
So they gathered to speak of Lord Kael together with us.”
The members of the Dawn of the Dragon blinked in surprise, unable to believe what they were hearing.
Was this a trap?
Were they here to get something?
A lot of questions popped up in the Velmourns’ heads, and under their suspicious gazes, the Stonefangs shifted slightly, uneasy under too many stares.
Vandra sensed that and—
“Silence.”
She silenced her people.
Then, she turned back to the Stonefangs and spoke again.
“Kael… our God.”
That word—God—made the Stonefangs’ eyes sharpen.
One of them nodded quickly.
“Flying Man.”
Vandra nodded too, her smile widening as she seemed to have clicked with them.
“Our God wanted us… to live… with you.”
She spoke in Stonefang tongue, retelling the same story to the Stonefangs.
“So I… learn your words.”
She then placed her hand at her chest, as if apologizing.
“I am… not… good.”
That made one Stonefang snort in… amusement.
It was clear they appreciated everything Vandra was doing, and that… loosened the air.
A few Velmourns blinked, surprised by that.
Vandra nodded, accepting it.
Then she spoke in Velmourn tongue again, loud enough for everyone.
“They are not here to attack.
They are here to listen.”
Her eyes swept over her group.
“And we will not chase them away.”
“But… they killed—”
A young Velmourn woman tried to say something, but Vandra cut her off.
“I know.
But this is what our Lord wishes for us to do, and we are going to follow his words.”
The group went quiet.
The Stonefangs stayed where they were, watching, waiting to see if they would be allowed closer.
Vandra stepped aside and gestured toward the Faith Tree, calling the Stonefangs closer. The other members of the Dawn of the Dragon seemed unconvinced, and the Stonefangs…
The Stonefangs hesitated too.
But the oldest Stonefang stepped forward, and behind him, the rest followed—one by one—still wary, still… curious.
They stood at the edge of the half-circle, close enough to see the carved marks on the tree.
And for the first time, the Dawn of the Dragon held Velmourn and Stonefang together under the same branches.
Without any raised weapons, without any spilled blood.
Just… eyes watching the same tree.
And Vandra, standing in the middle, spoke one more time, in her usual low, steady voice.
“Welcome,”
She said.
Then, she repeated the same word in Stonefang tongue, and that was how it continued—
Vandra acted as a translator. Even when her command over the language was… weak, she translated Velmourn stories for Stonefangs and Stonefang stories for Velmourns.
And as more and more stories were exchanged, the two sides began to relate to each other and the faith they had in their God.
The tension in the air eased.
And when Vandra saw it all—
The look in her eyes changed.
As if she had thought of something.
Something that… in the future, was going to change the course of the entirety of the Heights’ development.
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