1005–1009: The Reign of the Five-Headed Queen
Tiamat was not born—she was forged by force.
A mortal girl, chosen by Undeath. Five chromatic dragons, fused by forbidden rites. She was to be the ultimate weapon in the War of Dragons—a living conduit of destruction, but she retained will.
That was our mistake.
She named herself Queen of the Dragons.
And for a time, she was.
Entire territories fell beneath her breath and shadow. Metallic dragons were slaughtered. Mortals, enslaved. Divine domains, undermined.
We hesitated.
We feared that acting directly would break the celestial balance.
1009: The Birth of Bahamut
In desperation, six gods—myself included—pooled our essence.
We did not seek to destroy Tiamat. We sought to balance her.
Our efforts produced a single being. Not five-headed, not primordial, but stable. Precise. The Platinum Dragon.
He did not scream.
He understood.
Bahamut rose from the void not in fury—but with clarity. He carried the memories of every metallic lineage that had been consumed, as if the bloodlines themselves had chosen to return.
With him, we broke Tiamat’s hold.
Her body was scattered.
But her soul… fell below.
We claimed victory.
But I have come to believe we only traded apocalypse for stasis.
1017: The Celestial Accord
The gods gathered.
So did the remaining draconic kind.
Tiamat was gone. Bahamut had descended beneath the world, choosing rest over rulership. But his children, and the remnants of hers, remained.
They asked for freedom.
Freedom from divine wars.
Freedom to worship their King in peace.
Freedom to stop being tools.
We signed the Celestial Accord to prevent another war we would not win.
I agreed to the Accord. I even wrote half of it.
But deep beneath my archives, I store this entry—not as celebration, but as warning:
We did not bring peace to dragons.
We merely gave them space to remember who they are.
And if Bahamut ever wakes again…
We may remember who we truly are as well.
Excerpt from the Celestial Accord (1017)
Let it be known across the heavens and beneath the mortal skies, by decree of the Six and witness of the Weave, that balance shall be restored between divine and draconic will.
We, the undersigned of divinity and authority, do hereby acknowledge:
That the creation of the Dragon Queen, Tiamat—fused of chromatic wrath and mortal soul—was a convergence too volatile to control, and that her rise brought imbalance to the foundation of this world.
That to correct this breach, a singular being, the Platinum One, was born not of chaos, but of alignment: Bahamut, the culmination of metallic memory and divine intent.
That though his ascent brought the end of her reign, the war itself left a scar upon all things—mortal, divine, and draconic.
That the dragons, once tools and titans in the divine struggle, shall be conscripted no more.
Therefore, by binding law and sacred pattern, it is agreed:
- That all draconic kind—chromatic and metallic, winged and wingless—shall be severed from the cause and theater of divine war.
- That they shall neither take part in the feuds of the gods nor be called to banners bearing celestial or infernal seal.
- That they shall venerate none save He Who Sleeps Beneath—the Platinum King, Bahamut—and that his worship shall not be cause for interference by any divine force.
- That in return for peace and sovereignty, draconic kind shall recede from the mortal realm, becoming creatures of legend, unseen save by fate or catastrophe, and shall not shape mortal governments, lead armies, or sit upon thrones.
- That should any god or mortal seek to weaponize dragonkind once more, the Accord shall be deemed broken, and its protections undone.
This is the silence forged in flame.
This is the contract sealed not in blood, but in memory.
This is not surrender. This is not exile.
This is the agreement to step back, so the world may step forward.
Witnessed by the Arcane Seal of Hydall.
Ratified by the Draconic Council of Five (ones of Gold, Silver, Bronze, Copper, and Brass).
Etched into the Folded Weave by divine hand.
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