Semua Bab Fate Wrote His Name: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Chapter One: The Last Dragon(Drake’s POV)For centuries, they have hunted my kind.Once, dragons ruled the skies, our shadows stretching across kingdoms, our roars shaking the earth. But humans feared what they could not control. One by one, my kin fell—slaughtered by cowards who called themselves heroes. They carved our bones into weapons, melted our scales into armor, and told stories of their victories.Now, I am the last.Drake—the final dragon of this world. And they want to get rid of me too.The night was alive with laughter, the scent of roasted meats, the clinking of goblets filled with wine. From my perch above the city, I watched them celebrate, my golden eyes burning with quiet fury.The kingdom of Latin was rejoicing over something—some festival or foolish tradition. The palace was draped in golden banners, torches lighting up the night like fallen stars. Humans twirled across the grand courtyard, unaware of the monster lurking just beyond their walls.But I wasn’t here

Chapter Three – The Song of the Dragons (Fred’s POV)I had never seen anything like this before.Drake’s lair was a world of its own—vast, endless, and pulsing with power. The stone walls weren’t ordinary rock; they shimmered faintly, like veins of molten gold ran beneath the surface. Giant pillars stretched toward the ceiling, some carved with ancient symbols, others scarred by claw marks so deep I could only imagine the battles that caused them.Lava flowed in rivers along the edges of the cavern, bubbling and glowing like captured sunlight. I stepped toward it, feeling the heat brush against my skin, but it didn’t burn.It was beautiful.I wandered deeper, taking in every detail—the treasures piled carelessly in corners, the weapons that looked too large for any human to wield, the strange, glowing plants that seemed to breathe with the lair itself. Every step I took echoed through the enormous space.I spun around in awe, stretching my arms out, letting the warmth fill my lungs. “

Chapter Five – The Fire in Our Hearts (Fred’s POV) My hands were shaking. I could still feel the weight of the knife in my palm, the way it had cut through flesh, the awful, sickening warmth of blood on my fingers. I had killed him. Even though Drake’s large, warm hand still covered my eyes, blocking me from seeing the truth, I knew it was there. The body. The blood. The silence. A sob tore from my throat. My knees felt weak, my whole body trembling. I wasn’t ready for this. I wasn’t strong enough for this. “I... I killed him,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own ragged breathing. Drake didn’t let go of me. He held me firm, steady, as if afraid I would fall apart if he loosened his grip. His warmth surrounded me, shielding me from the cold reality of what I had done. His voice was low, soothing. “Fred.” I shook my head violently, tears slipping down my cheeks. “No. No, no, no... I— I didn’t mean to—” My chest ached, my breath coming in sha

Chapter Seven – The Risk We Take(Fred’s POV)I could hear their footsteps outside the cave. Steady. Strong. Unstoppable.The soldiers were here.I held my breath, pressing myself against the cold stone wall. My heart was beating so hard it hurt. My hands were shaking, but I forced myself to stay quiet.Drake was beside me, still weak. His breath was shallow, his skin too pale. He hadn’t fully recovered from his injuries, and now… now they were here to finish him off.I listened as one of them spoke.“We know he’s inside,” a deep voice announced, loud enough for us to hear. “There’s no way out. He won’t last long.”Another soldier chuckled. “Yeah. He doesn’t have to fight us. The poison will do the job for us.”Poison?My stomach dropped. That’s why Drake was breathing so heavily.I didn’t know what it was—some kind of gas, maybe something in the air—something deadly to dragons.I turned to Drake. His fingers twitched. His body tensed. His breathing was getting worse.He was dying.I

Chapter Nine – The Hunt Begins(Fred’s POV)The cave was quiet, too quiet. The only sound was the faint dripping of water from somewhere deep inside. I sat on the cold ground, staring at the flickering light from the small fire we had made earlier.Drake lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, his golden eyes glowing in the dim light. He had been silent for a while now, which was unusual. Normally, he would be talking about something—his past, his thoughts, or just teasing me. But tonight, he was quiet.I knew something was on his mind.Then, without warning, he sat up.“I’m going out,” he said suddenly.I frowned. “Out? Where are you going?”He stood and stretched, rolling his shoulders. “To get you food.”I shook my head immediately, panic creeping into my chest. “No, Drake. It’s too dangerous.”He gave me a small smirk. “I can handle myself.”“That’s not the point,” I said, getting to my feet. “The soldiers are out there. They might still be looking for us. What if they see you?”