Narrator
There is no place in this world...
That these eyes have not witnessed.
There is no era...
That these eyes have not survived.
I have seen kingdoms rise from nothing...
And I have watched them disappear into forgotten history.
I have witnessed heroes become legends...
And legends become nothing more than stories told beside a dying fire.
Yet...
Among all the countless memories carried through the endless flow of time...
Some moments remain special.
Some moments remain beautiful...
No matter how many centuries pass.
Because sometimes...
The greatest changes in history do not begin with wars.
They do not begin with kings.
They do not begin with armies.
Sometimes...
They begin with something far more simple.
A meeting.
A bond.
And a small child...
Who had no idea that his ordinary footsteps would one day shake the entire world.
Every single morning...
When the first light of dawn touched the ancient trees...
A small figure could be seen walking through the depths of the Death Forest.
The same path.
The same destination.
Every single day.
The child walked beneath trees older than human civilization.
Towering branches stretched toward the sky like the hands of forgotten giants.
The sunlight struggled to pass through the endless canopy.
Golden rays fell upon the forest floor like scattered pieces of heaven.
A gentle breeze moved through the ancient woods.
Whoooosh...
Leaves danced through the air.
Rustle... Rustle...
Small animals quietly watched from behind the trees.
Some creatures that normally attacked humans...
Simply observed the little boy passing by.
Because for some unknown reason...
The Death Forest itself seemed to accept him.
The child walking through this dangerous place was...
V White.
Only four years old.
An age when most children were still afraid of darkness.
An age when most children needed their parents beside them.
But V was different.
While others saw the Death Forest as a place of death...
V saw it as a path toward someone waiting for him.
He walked forward with a small smile on his face.
A tiny wooden sword was attached to his back.
His snow-white hair moved gently with the wind.
His emerald eyes carried endless curiosity.
"Today..."
"I wonder what lesson Liza will teach me."
He whispered happily.
Then...
He continued deeper into the forest.
The deeper V walked...
The colder the air became.
The cheerful sounds of the village slowly disappeared.
The trees became larger.
The shadows became darker.
The monsters hidden within the forest watched silently.
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A massive wolf-like beast stood between the ancient trees.
Its sharp eyes followed the little boy.
Normally...
A human child entering its territory would be considered prey.
But...
The beast slowly lowered its head.
It stepped aside.
As if showing respect.
V stopped for a moment.
He looked at the creature.
Then smiled.
"Good morning."
The beast blinked.
For a moment...
Confusion appeared in its eyes.
Perhaps...
It could not understand the boy.
Or perhaps...
It understood more than anyone imagined.
V continued walking.
Soon...
The sound of rushing water reached his ears.
Splash... Splash...
A clear river flowed between ancient stones.
The sunlight reflected on its surface like countless small crystals.
V jumped across the rocks.
Tap!
Tap!
His small feet landed safely on the other side.
A proud smile appeared on his face.
"I didn't fall this time!"
He looked back at the river.
Usually...
He would lose his balance here.
But today...
He succeeded.
A tiny achievement.
Yet for V...
It was something worth celebrating.
He tightened his grip on his wooden sword.
Then continued toward the mountain.
Deep within the Death Forest...
Beyond forgotten ruins...
Beyond valleys untouched by mankind...
Stood a mountain that pierced the heavens.
The Sacred Mountain.
A place where ordinary humans could not reach.
A place filled with ancient magic.
A place where the people of Restart Village offered their prayers.
The home of the existence they worshipped.
The Legendary Dragon.
Liza.
The mountain was silent.
Cold winds surrounded its peak.
Whoooosh...
Clouds moved beneath the summit like an endless white ocean.
Ancient magic flowed through every stone.
A power so overwhelming...
That even powerful warriors would struggle to stand near it.
But one small child climbed it every day.
Step by step.
Slowly.
Without fear.
After a long journey...
V finally reached the entrance of an enormous cave.
The entrance alone was larger than most houses.
Ancient symbols covered the stone walls.
The air around the cave carried a mysterious pressure.
A pressure capable of making even experienced adventurers tremble.
But V simply smiled.
"I'm here!"
His small voice echoed inside the darkness.
"Good morning, Liza!"
For a moment...
There was only silence.
Then...
The mountain responded.
Rumble...
The ground trembled slightly.
A powerful wind flowed from the darkness.
Whoooosh!
Two golden eyes slowly opened.
Eyes that had witnessed thousands of years.
Eyes that had watched countless civilizations rise and disappear.
The eyes of the Legendary Dragon.
Liza.
Her enormous head slowly moved forward from the darkness.
Yet...
Unlike the terrifying image known by the world...
Her expression was gentle.
A small smile appeared on her ancient face.
"You're late today."
Her voice was powerful enough to shake the cave...
Yet gentle enough to comfort a child.
V scratched his head.
A small embarrassed smile appeared.
"Sorry."
"Mother made breakfast."
For a moment...
Silence filled the cave.
Then...
A soft laugh escaped from the Legendary Dragon.
"Hahaha..."
The creature feared by kings...
The existence that made armies prepare for war...
Was laughing because a four-year-old child was late because he ate breakfast.
"Your mother worries about you."
Liza said softly.
V nodded.
"She told me to eat properly."
"And Dad told me not to push myself too hard."
Liza's golden eyes softened.
"They are good parents."
V smiled proudly.
"Yes!"
"They are the best!"
The ancient dragon looked at the child.
And for a brief moment...
The loneliness of thousands of years disappeared.
The world feared Liza.
Kingdoms recorded her power.
Warriors told terrifying stories about her.
People believed her awakening would bring destruction.
But they did not know the truth.
The Legendary Dragon...
Was not a monster.
Not to this child.
To V...
She was a teacher.
A guide.
And someone who quietly cared for him.
She never harmed him.
Instead...
She taught him.
Swordsmanship.
Magic.
The history of the world.
The rise and fall of forgotten kingdoms.
Ancient mysteries hidden beneath countless legends.
And...
Stories that existed before the memories of mankind.
The ancient cave remained silent after Liza finished her story.
Only the sound of the gentle wind could be heard entering from the entrance.
Whoooosh...
V sat quietly on the cold stone floor.
His small hands rested on his knees.
His emerald eyes looked toward the endless sky outside the cave.
There were countless questions inside his young mind.
A world older than he imagined.
A history filled with mysteries.
Beings who existed before dragons...
Before humans...
Before kingdoms.
"Liza..."
The little boy finally spoke.
"Was the world always like this?"
The Legendary Dragon looked at him.
"What do you mean?"
V tilted his head.
"Was there always fighting?"
"Did people always fight each other?"
For a moment...
Liza remained silent.
Her golden eyes reflected memories from thousands of years ago.
Memories of forgotten eras.
Memories of civilizations that no longer existed.
"Conflict..."
She said softly.
"Has always existed in some form."
"Where there is life..."
"There will always be different desires."
"Different beliefs."
"Different choices."
V lowered his gaze.
"That sounds sad."
Liza looked surprised for a moment.
Then...
A gentle smile appeared on her face.
"Why do you think that?"
"Because..."
V looked at his wooden sword beside him.
"If everyone understood each other..."
"Wouldn't the world become more peaceful?"
The ancient dragon stared at the child.
A strange warmth filled her heart.
Such a simple thought...
Yet such a difficult dream.
"You are still young, V."
"But..."
"Never lose that way of thinking."
"Many powerful beings forget something important."
V looked up.
"What?"
Liza slowly closed her eyes.
"That strength exists to protect something."
"Not to control everything."
The words remained in the cave.
V quietly remembered them.
---
After some time...
The training began.
The peaceful atmosphere of the cave changed.
Liza stood before V.
"Today..."
"We will continue your sword training."
V immediately became serious.
He grabbed his wooden sword.
"Yes!"
His small body moved forward.
His stance was still imperfect.
His steps were still unstable.
But his eyes never showed hesitation.
"First..."
"Show me your basic stance."
V positioned himself.
His feet shifted.
His hands tightened around the sword.
Liza carefully observed.
"Your determination is good."
"But your body is too tense."
"Relax."
"Let your sword move with you."
V nodded.
He tried again.
Slowly...
Carefully...
The wooden sword moved through the air.
Whoosh!
Liza watched silently.
Again.
Whoosh!
Again.
Each movement became slightly smoother.
Each mistake became a lesson.
The Legendary Dragon had taught countless warriors throughout history.
Kings.
Heroes.
Generals.
But never before...
Had she taught someone like V.
Not because he was the strongest.
Not because he possessed overwhelming power.
But because he listened with his heart.
---
Days passed.
Then weeks.
Then months.
Every morning...
V climbed the sacred mountain.
Every day...
He learned something new.
Sometimes swordsmanship.
Sometimes magic.
Sometimes the history of the world.
Sometimes lessons that had nothing to do with fighting.
Liza taught him about kindness.
About responsibility.
About the weight carried by those with power.
"Remember, V."
"The stronger someone becomes..."
"The more carefully they must choose their actions."
"Why?"
V asked.
Liza looked toward the distant horizon.
"Because powerful choices affect more than just yourself."
"They can change the lives of countless others."
The little boy nodded seriously.
Even though he did not fully understand those words yet...
He promised himself he would remember them.
---
Far away from the sacred mountain...
The world continued moving.
Kingdoms continued their politics.
Adventurers continued exploring dangerous lands.
Merchants continued traveling across continents.
Most people had forgotten their fear of the Legendary Dragon.
They believed she was simply an ancient existence sleeping peacefully.
They did not know...
That every morning...
A small child was receiving lessons from her.
They did not know...
That a connection between a human, a Dark Elf, and a Legendary Dragon was slowly changing the future.
---
Inside Restart Village...
Brald White watched the mountain from afar.
His expression was calm.
But his eyes carried pride.
"My son..."
He whispered.
"He really has changed."
Lily stood beside him.
A gentle smile appeared on her face.
"Yes."
"But..."
"He is still the same child who runs home smiling after falling."
Brald laughed softly.
"That is true."
"No matter how much he learns..."
"He is still V."
The two parents looked toward the sacred mountain.
They did not know what destiny waited ahead.
They did not know what challenges their son would face.
For now...
They only wanted him to grow happily.
---
One evening...
As the sun disappeared beyond the mountains...
V prepared to leave the cave.
"Liza."
He turned back.
"Will you tell me another story tomorrow?"
The Legendary Dragon smiled.
"Of course."
V smiled brightly.
"Then I will come early!"
Liza laughed softly.
"I will be waiting."
The little boy waved his hand.
"Goodbye!"
Then he began walking down the mountain.
Step by step.
Until his figure disappeared into the golden light of sunset.
Liza watched him leave.
For thousands of years...
She had remained alone.
Watching kingdoms rise.
Watching kingdoms fall.
Watching time move forward without her.
But now...
For the first time in countless years...
The ancient dragon felt something she thought she had forgotten.
Hope.
---
Above the sacred mountain...
The sky slowly darkened.
Stars appeared one by one.
The endless universe watched silently.
Hidden beyond human understanding...
Ancient powers continued their silent existence.
Old promises.
Forgotten laws.
And secrets buried beneath the flow of time.
The world believed history belonged to kings and heroes.
But history was often changed by those no one noticed.
A simple child.
A forgotten dragon.
And a bond that should never have existed...
Yet did.
Because sometimes...
The greatest changes in the world...
Begin with the smallest footsteps.
And on that day...
A four-year-old boy named V White took his first steps toward a destiny that would one day reach beyond imagination.
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