Prometheus/Stories
Quotes
- When Entering Dragon's Roost
- After Receiving a Gift
- After Bond Level Increase
- Idle After Bond Level 1
- Idle After Bond Level 10
- Idle After Bond Level 20
Dragon Story Episodes
The First Flame
The Primal Flame is a great power
entrusted to a single flame dragon.
Long ago, one such mighty creature
burned evil to cinders while shining
a light upon the weak.
Even after its life was lost, that noble
dragon's flame did not disappear.
That flame came to be known as the
Primal Flame, and was inherited by
a chosen dragon. To earn this right,
the dragon would have to complete
a grueling trial.
Many flame dragons yearned for that
power—and young Prometheus was
no exception. He wanted to shine
the fires of justice upon the world
more than anything.
After hard training, he overcame the
trial—and despite his young age, he
inherited the Primal Flame. All who
heard of this were convinced he
would become a legend of the age.
But he soon discovered his power
was stronger and more unstable than
he knew. For the first time he tried to
share it in the aid of men, it burned
their village to the ground instead.
The flames roared as they devoured
everything, and people ran about
trying to escape, screaming and
crying. It was a terrifying sight
reminiscent of hell itself.
In his efforts to help humanity,
he had stolen their happiness.
Racked with guilt, he swore to
stop all interaction with people.
He never wanted to hurt anyone—
or BE hurt—again. He felt he wasn't
capable of protecting anyone, and
his once-bright passion and yearning
burned ever dimmer.
He spent his days in despair...
until one fateful meeting.
Prometheus obtained great power in
order to help people, but ended up
harming them instead. He then
isolated himself from the world
until a chance meeting changed all.
He encountered a group of humans
who were battling fiends. The sight
confused him greatly—why would
they do something so dangerous?
Did they not fear being harmed?
When Prometheus asked them this,
the boy leading the group laughed.
"Of course I'm afraid," he chuckled.
"But the thought of someone ELSE
being hurt is scarier—so I fight."
The wounds the boy had sustained
were almost dazzling to Prometheus—
but he was more surprised when the
boy extended a hand and asked
him to join in his struggle.
Prometheus gazed at the frail hand—
one his flames could reduce to ash
in an instant—and suddenly found
himself remembering the yearnings
of his younger days.
He had dreamed of helping others!
Not wallowing in his own pain.
He had thought himself strong after
gaining his new power. But with a
weakened heart that feared pain,
he could never protect anything.
Suddenly, he felt a passion that
burned like a blaze in a dry forest,
and he yearned once more to
be strong.
No matter how much sin or sadness
he had to bear—and no matter how
much he was hurt—he wanted to
protect others as the boy did.
The emotion now burning within him
was his true First Flame, and so he
accepted the boy's proffered hand.
He felt once more that he could
become the next legend—so long
as the boy was with him. And thus
began the true tale of Prometheus...