John never believed in fate—until the day it slammed into him at fifty miles per hour.
It was an ordinary afternoon. John, a quiet and somewhat cynical sixteen-year-old, had just finished school. As usual, he walked home alone, music blaring through his headphones and head buried in his phone. He didn't see the truck speeding toward the red light.
He barely heard the screech of tires before everything went white.
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He expected pain, or maybe nothingness. But instead, he felt… warmth.
His body was light—too light. He couldn't move properly. Couldn't speak. His vision was blurred, and he was surrounded by strange glowing shapes and gentle murmurs in a language he didn't understand.
He wasn't in a hospital. He wasn't even human anymore.
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A soft voice spoke. "He has his father's eyes... but look at those golden horns. Our little Kai will be a strong Dragon Prince."
John—now Kai—felt something stir inside him. He realized he was lying in the arms of a giant, scaly woman with crimson eyes and shimmering silver hair. Her smile radiated both warmth and power. Beside her stood a regal figure: a towering dragon-man cloaked in royal robes and golden armor, his eyes gleaming with pride.
He wasn't just reborn. He was reborn into a royal bloodline.
A Dragon Prince.
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Over the next few years, Kai began to understand his new world. The realm was called Draconis, one of the Seven Great Dimensions ruled by powerful races: dragons, elves, humans, demons, beastkin, spirits, and the undead.
Each race had a sacred law: on their 10th birthday, a child would awaken their Magic Type—a manifestation of their soul's elemental nature. There were 12 known Magic Types:
Lightning, Earth, Fire – Weak to Water
Holy, Light – Weak to Darkness
Necromancy, Blood – Weak to Holy
Wind – Weak to Earth
Water, Ice – Weak to Light
Spirit – Weak to Necromancy
Most people were born with one. A rare few had two. Having three was legendary.
But on Kai's 10th birthday, the palace shook.
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Dragons from across the continent gathered as ancient magical runes floated above the young prince's head. Light exploded from his chest, crackling through the ceremonial chamber.
Five symbols burned into the air:
⚡ Lightning
🔥 Fire
💧 Water
🌞 Light
✨ Holy
The court gasped. Some bowed. Others fell to their knees.
"Five…?" whispered a shocked elder. "Impossible... No one in recorded history has wielded five!"
Kai, now fully awakened, stood in awe. He felt each element resonate deep within his soul—burning fire, electrifying lightning, purifying water, divine light, and sacred holy energy.
But with great power… came danger.
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Later that night, Kai overheard the high mages speaking in hushed tones.
"Those magics shouldn't coexist. Water dampens fire. Lightning disrupts light. Holy clashes with elemental chaos. He shouldn't be stable."
"He is a contradiction… or a divine anomaly."
"They'll come for him. The demons, the blood mages, the shadow kings… If they find out, they'll try to kill him before he can grow."
Kai clenched his fists.
This world wasn't like Earth. Here, power determined fate. And he had more of it than anyone ever should.
But power alone wasn't enough. He needed control. Strategy. Allies.
If he was going to survive, he'd have to learn everything—about magic, war, and himself.
He was no longer John.
He was Kai Dragon—and he was destined to change the world.