The sky whispered secrets only a few could hear.

Under the cover of night, the winds carried stories of ancient dragons—creatures born from the stars themselves. They spoke of a time when the bond between dragons and humans was unbreakable, when the sky was a sanctuary and not a battlefield. But those times were gone, buried beneath the ashes of forgotten legends.

Now, the night belonged to the shadows.

High above the cliffs of a distant island, a lone dragon perched in silence. Her scales shimmered like the galaxies above, rippling with starlight as the moonlight touched her wings. She was a Night Fury, but not like the others. Where her kin breathed fire, she breathed stars. Where others roared, she whispered. And where others fled from the unknown, she soared toward it.

Her name was Astra—a name whispered by the wind, etched in the constellations, and carried by the night itself.

But Astra had long forgotten what it meant to belong.

She watched the stars now as she always did, searching for answers in their silent glow. The sky had always known her name, even when the world below had cast her out. And tonight, the stars seemed to burn brighter, as if they were trying to speak—to guide her toward a destiny she had yet to understand.

The wind stirred, bringing with it a familiar scent of earth and sea, mingled with something else. Something new. Something human.

Astra's eyes narrowed, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon. The stars continued to whisper, but this time their song was different.

It spoke of change.
It spoke of danger.
And it spoke of a choice Astra would soon have to make—a choice that could rewrite the fate of both dragons and humans forever.

For the night knew her name.
And soon, so would the world.