A spear that symbolizes a pact between a great warlord and an ancient dragon.
He had grown old.
The king's dauntless gaze had lost its light, and his stalwart body
had grown soft. What's more, every ounce of fear and vanity he had
gained with age now gnawed away at his heart.
The king was afraid, so he repeatedly ordered the invasion of
neighboring countries so as to hold onto the lands he had been
sworn to protect.
The king was afraid, so he tried to take everything through violence
and oppression, for he no longer trusted his own advisers and
There was a dragon that had sworn fealty to the king.
This wingless creature would do anything the king commanded, for
he had been saved by the king once, and sworn to repay this debt
with his very soul. Even if the king's orders were folly and madness,
the dragon would follow them to the last, for his king was justice
One day, the dragon requested an audience with the king. He was
covered in blood from his latest victim—the king's own son, who
the regent had ordered the dragon to assassinate.
The bloody dragon hung his head low and said, "I cannot defy your
orders, O king, but neither can I obey them any longer. I beg of you,
kill me and grant me release."
This is a tale of a foolish king and a wingless dragon in a nation
that fell centuries ago.
Even now, the wind blows ceaselessly across the grasslands. It
blows just as it did on the day king and dragon made their pact.
The king grew old. His piercing eyes lost their light, and his formidable body has suffered regression. The vanity and fear he gathered upon himself throughout the years devoured his heart in their ugliness. The king was afraid. So to prevent himself from losing the borders under his protection, he repeatedly invaded the surrounding countries. The king was afraid. He could not bring himself to trust in his people’s voices or his advisor’s words. So he tried to take away everything with violence and tyranny.
There was one dragon that was loyal to the king. The wingless dragon followed every word that the king said. It was once saved by the king, and swore to repay his kindness with its soul. Even if they were foolish acts that it can’t stand to overlook, it would follow along if the king ordered it. For the dragon, the king was justice itself.
One day, the dragon appeared before the king, covered in blood—blood spilled from the young prince when he was murdered. The one who gave the order was none other than his own father, the king. The dragon pleaded with the king. "I cannot defy your commands. But I cannot follow them anymore. Kill me," the dragon said, and lowered his head tiredly.
That’s an old story. The story of a foolish king, his country that had come to ruin hundreds of years ago and a wingless dragon. Even today, wind rushes through the plains. The same wind that blew on the day the king and the dragon exchanged vows.