#firdorah

**“After the storms, after the fire,

they find their quiet.

No battles to win.

No skies to conquer.

Just moonlight, soft grass,

and the steady warmth of something that never leaves.

The world may call him a dragon.

Snow falls. The world quiets.

On bed, Shahab finally sleeps — the kind of sleep you only get after surviving too much.

Down below, Firdorah doesn’t.

He keeps watch in the dark, wings tucked close, eyes half-open even in rest. Not out of habit… but out of promise.

To everyone else, he’s a shadow. A warning. Something to fear.

But here—he’s just a guardian who refuses to let the night take anything else from him.Because once… it already did.And he won’t let it happen again.

Five years ago, the Dragiller circle turned our island into ash.Smoke swallowed the sky, and I lost you in the fire.For five winters, I learned how to survive without the sound of your wings.I learned how to breathe without your shadow beside mine.But I never learned how to forget.Tonight, under the same quiet moon that watched us fall apart,we found each other again.No speeches.No questions.Just forehead to forehead —like the years between us were nothing but a bad dream.They burned our home.They scattered us to the wind.But they couldn’t break the bond.And if the world decides to burn again,this time…we burn together. 🔥🐉

“In his eyes, Shahab is not fragile.

He is everything worth protecting.”

Firdorah doesn’t stay out of duty —

he stays out of loyalty.

Out of love.

One bond.

No words.

**“They burned his home.

They took his family.

They taught him what monsters look like.

Now the sword sleeps on the floor,

and the last Night Fury breathes beside him.

Dragiller is gone.

But the scars remain.

Still—

in the quiet glow of firelight,

a boy and a dragon choose rest over rage.

“They didn’t meet in peace.

They met after loss.”

A boy who lost his voice screaming into the dark,

and a dragon who learned too early that the world hunts what it fears.

They didn’t save each other all at once.

First, they survived.

Then they stayed.

No destiny. No prophecy.

Just two broken souls sitting in silence,

choosing not to leave.