It happened ages ago.

During the war of dragons, in which humanity has almost gone extinct.

Eight gigantic dragons with different shapes and sizes were facing a black and red two-headed dragon.

At first glance, one could clearly tell that the two-headed dragons had the upper hand.

That dragon’s name was Rana, the Ones who were born.

Their entire bodies, their existence itself, were completely submerged by the corruption of inconsumable rage.

The first victim of their rage was the only dragon they could’ve considered their equal: Rena, the One who was made, the First Dragon, and Protector of Humanity.

At their hands, Rena died. Her death having satiated their rage, they proceeded to wipe out humanity, which they considered a plague on this world. Day and night, they engulfed, burned, and cremated every single human they caught sight of. Billions of humans died, and yet it was not enough to satiate their anger; it was too few, not enough, never enough.

But then it happened. From the remains of Rena rose eight dragons, one for each of the four primordial elements, and along with them, each of them was weaker than Rena, yet within them they possessed something that she, the first dragon, didn’t possess: mana.

With this new power acquired, the eight fought the corrupted dragon, for days, months even. They fought to split the continent in two with the sheer violence of their confrontation.

Once again, despite their newly acquired power, the eight dragons didn’t manage to overpower the evil dragon, and yet they couldn’t abandon the fight.

As such, in their last desperate attempt to slay the evil dragon, Amira sacrificed her beautiful wings to stop an attack from the evil dragon, which by shielding allowed her and her brothers to launch their final joint attack, which would put the corrupted dragon down.

That day, the world was freed from Rana’s tyranny. At least, that is what everyone wanted to believe. From where the evil dragon was slain, an immense forest emerged, a great forest later named after them. Iharana: The Tumb of Rana, the Ones who were born.

After the battle, each of the dragons parted, to spot across the immense world that is Tany, their earth. Only one of the eight dragons remained in the Iharana Great Forest, for she believed that without surveillance, the evil dragon would rise once again as they did from Rena. That dragon was the Fire Primordial Dragon Amira, who sacrificed her wings to allow her brother to slay the Rana.

Now known as Amira, the wingless dragon, she patiently guards and waits in the Iharana great forest for something that might or might not happen.

For millennials, Rena, the first dragon, was a benevolent creature, especially toward humanity. She protected the weak creatures that are humans, but the eight dragons, despite being born from her, thought that humans who were on the brink of collapse weren’t worth protecting.

Magic was born in this world.

The eight dragons chose to remain away from humanity.

As the centuries passed, more and more creatures awakened the power known as magic, and humanity, though late in comparison to dragons and other monsters, did as well.

But that was none of the dragons' concerns, at least not until one day, when a man came to visit the dragons one by one.

That person was the one known by humanity nowadays as Solomon, the loner, but by the time he was hated, loathed even by his peers for the heresy he had committed against humanity, with only his red sword, his old shield, his mastery of aina and his magic, he challenged the Primordial Dragon of light.

And, of course, he was defeated by the Primordial Dragon, but instead of killing him, perhaps because of how brave or pitiful he was, the dragon took a liking to him and asked why he came to challenge him. Having heard his answer, the dragon came to respect the man and offered him two gifts: the location of his brothers and sisters, and a blessing of the element he ruled over: light.

Alone, throughout the centuries, Solomon roamed through Tany in search of the other dragon, and from each of them, he received the same gift as from the light dragons from the other dragon.

He, despite being hated by his own people and even by those he was not even sure if they were worth being called friends, was respected by one of the strongest beings in this world.

Having obtained from the last dragon: Amira, her blessing, Solomon could finally realize his dream, and yet when he tried, he realized that all he had done was for naught, that all this time wasted was futile.

But he didn’t give up. Years went by, and then one day, he finally realized a way to make his dream a reality, but for that, he had to give up his life.

As long as he succeeded in his mission, the loss of his life would be a small price to pay.

That day, after having lived for 327 years and roamed through the world for 186 in search of a way of realizing his dream and keeping a promise he had kept, he finally won.

It was a victory he had to pay with his life, but to him, what he accomplished was the magnum opus of his centuries of existence.

He only had one regret, "If only I could have just an instant, just a moment to appreciate the truest beauty of that sight."

Yet that only one regret was enough to keep him tied to these lands of the living as a powerful and undefeated remnant.

So he waited, even as a remnant. He waited patiently for the right one to free him from his torment, for the one who would free him and allow him to grant him his last wish.