Akino and the Little Dragon
In the ancient land of Yakova, there were dragons that lived peacefully with the people. The dragons helped keep the land beautiful and rich with resources. But one day, the King of Harma, who ruled over Yakova, became jealous of the dragons. He feared their power and decided he wanted to control it for himself.
The king spread lies among the people, saying that the dragons were dangerous and would eventually turn against them. The people, trusting their king, began to fear the dragons. Soon, they turned their backs on the creatures they had once lived peacefully with. The king's soldiers hunted the dragons, killing many, and those that survived fled into hiding.
Without the dragons to protect Yakova, the land started to suffer. The rivers dried up, crops no longer grew, and the once green fields became barren. The people struggled to survive, and instead of blaming the king, they continued to believe that the dragons were at fault.
Years passed, and the suffering in Yakova grew worse. The new king, even greedier than the last, forced the people to work harder for less. He demanded gold from every family, and those who could not pay were severely punished. Among the many families suffering under the king's rule was a young girl named Akino.
Akino lived with her grandmother in a small, rundown house. Her parents had died when she was very young, unable to pay the king's taxes. Her grandmother raised her, keeping her safe from the harsh world outside their home. They had little, but Akino always found joy in the stories her grandmother told her at night.
One day, while exploring the small storage room in their house, Akino found a sharp, strange object hidden under some old blankets. Curious, she brought it to her grandmother.
"Grandma, look at this! What is it?" Akino asked, holding the object out.
Her grandmother's face grew pale when she saw it. She quickly snatched it from Akino's hands and threw it into the corner.
"That’s not something you should be playing with," her grandmother said, her voice shaking. "It’s a terrible reminder of something we’d rather forget."
Akino was puzzled by her grandmother's reaction. She had never seen her act so afraid. That night, Akino couldn't stop thinking about the strange object and why her grandmother was so upset by it. As they sat down for their usual bedtime story, Akino asked again.
"Grandma, why were you so scared of that thing I found? What is it really?"
Her grandmother hesitated for a moment, looking into Akino’s curious eyes. Finally, with a heavy sigh, she began to speak.
"That thing you found is the nail of a dragon," her grandmother said softly. "A long time ago, when I was young, dragons lived among us. They weren’t the monsters the king made them out to be. They were kind and helped keep our land beautiful. But the king spread lies about them, and we believed him. We hunted them down, and many of them were killed."
Akino’s eyes widened. She had always heard stories about dragons, but she never knew they were real.
"Your grandfather, like many others, believed the king's lies. He helped hunt the dragons. That nail you found came from a dragon he killed. It’s a painful reminder of what we did. And now our land is cursed because of it."
Akino felt a mix of emotions. She couldn’t imagine her family being part of something so terrible. The thought of hurting such magical creatures made her feel sad and guilty.
"Are there any dragons left, Grandma?" Akino asked quietly.
Her grandmother shook her head. "Most of them fled or were killed. Some say there might still be a few in hiding, but no one has seen them for many years."
The next day, while wandering in the garden behind their home, Akino found something unusual. Hidden among the flowers was a large, blue, shiny object. It looked like a beautiful stone. Curious, Akino picked it up and took it to her room, hiding it from her grandmother.
That night, as she lay in bed, Akino felt strange energy coming from the stone. It felt warm in her hands, and she could hear a soft hum coming from it. The next morning, she woke to find the stone had cracked open. Inside was a small, trembling creature—white and blue, with tiny wings and bright, curious eyes.
"Grandma!" Akino called out. "Come quick!"
Her grandmother rushed in, and when she saw the creature, her face went pale again.
"Akino... that’s a baby dragon," her grandmother whispered.
The little dragon, frightened, tried to hide behind Akino. But Akino, though surprised, reached out her hand gently.
"Shhh, it’s okay," Akino said softly. "I won’t hurt you."
The dragon slowly approached her, sniffing her hand before nuzzling against her palm. Akino felt a strange connection with the little creature. As it touched her, she noticed that the dead plants around the house began to bloom. The spoiled food in their kitchen turned fresh again.
"Grandma, look!" Akino said, excited. "It’s making everything come alive!"
Her grandmother’s eyes filled with tears. "I remember now," she said softly. "The old stories... they said the true dragon lord would be white and blue. This baby dragon... it’s the one that can save us. That’s why everything is changing."
Akino’s joy, however, was short-lived. Later that day, the baby dragon wandered outside into the garden. A group of villagers saw it and immediately panicked. They had heard the king’s warnings about dragons and ran to tell his soldiers.
The soldiers arrived at Akino’s house the next morning. They stormed in and captured the baby dragon. Akino and her grandmother begged them to leave the creature alone, but the soldiers wouldn’t listen.
"It’s a dragon! It must be taken to the king!" one of the soldiers barked.
Akino was heartbroken as she watched them drag the baby dragon away. She knew the king would kill it. Determined to save her new friend, she decided to follow them to the castle.
The king, hearing about the dragon, was overjoyed. He had always wanted to capture a dragon to harness its power. He ordered the soldiers to bring the baby dragon to the town square, where he would execute it in front of everyone.
When Akino arrived at the town square, she saw the king standing over the baby dragon, holding a sword.
"Today, we rid ourselves of the last dragon!" the king shouted to the crowd, raising his sword.
"No!" Akino screamed, rushing forward. She pushed through the crowd and knelt beside the baby dragon, shielding it with her body.
"Get away, girl!" the king snarled. "This creature must die!"
"You’re wrong!" Akino shouted back, her voice trembling with anger. "The dragons were never our enemies! It was your lies that made us fear them. This baby dragon is the only hope for saving Yakova!"
The king sneered at her. "You dare defy me?"
Just as the king was about to strike Akino, the baby dragon let out a mighty roar. It began to glow with a bright light, growing larger and stronger. The crowd gasped in awe and fear as the little dragon transformed into a majestic creature, its wings spreading wide.
The sky above darkened, and thunder rumbled. Suddenly, rain began to pour down from the heavens, soaking the dry earth. The rivers filled, and the barren fields burst into life once more.
The king, still holding his sword, tried to attack the dragon, but a burst of flame shot from the dragon's mouth, knocking him back. The crowd, seeing the king’s defeat, realized the truth. The dragons had never been their enemies—they had been their protectors all along.
The people of Yakova turned on the king, shouting for his removal. The soldiers, seeing the king's loss of power, fled the square. The king, now powerless and defeated, disappeared into the night, never to be seen again.
With the king gone, the people of Yakova crowned Akino as their new queen. They praised her for her bravery and for bringing the dragons back to Yakova. The baby dragon, now fully grown, became her loyal companion, always by her side.
Under Akino's rule, Yakova flourished once again. The dragons returned, and the people lived in harmony with them, just as they had in the old days. The land, once dry and barren, became green and full of life once more.
Akino’s bond with the dragons remained strong, and together, they protected Yakova from any harm. The people, no longer afraid, learned to love and respect the dragons once more. Peace and prosperity returned to the land, and Yakova became a place of hope and happiness for all who lived there.
And so, the story of Akino and the little dragon was told for generations, reminding the people that trust, love, and understanding could heal even the deepest wounds.
