Nivareth, Dream of Winter

In the silent kingdom of snow and mist, where the world seemed to hold its breath, Nivareth emerged from the storm. Ancient beyond memory, the great white dragon carried the wisdom of forgotten ages in eyes that had witnessed the rise and fall of countless winters.

Before him stood a solitary traveler, unarmed and unafraid. There was no challenge between them, no struggle for dominance. Only recognition.

For many years they had walked the edge of the frozen world together—dragon and man, guardian and friend. Their bond had been forged not through power, but through trust; not through fear, but through understanding.

The wind whispered around them like a hymn of old promises. And in that quiet moment, beneath the pale light of an endless winter sky, it was impossible to tell where loyalty ended and friendship began.

The dragon lowered his great head, and the man smiled.

Some legends are written in fire.

Theirs was written in snow.