This is a story about a boy.
Not just anybody, but a boy who left his mark on history in ways most people will never understand.
I know, it sounds impossible — a boy changing the course of things. But I promise you, it happened.
It may not have started in your world, but your world is tangled up in it more than you realize.
You're probably wondering who I am.
I wonder that myself, more often than I'd like to admit.
I could tell you my name, but it wouldn't mean much to you right now.
What matters is the boy: Ryan Quinson.
I knew Ryan.
Not from books, not from stories passed down, but because I was there.
I saw him grow, stumble, laugh too hard at his own jokes, and ask questions no one else dared to ask.
He wasn't born special. He didn't look like someone destined for greatness.
But sometimes history chooses the most ordinary people to carry its weight.
I've lived long enough to see how his choices rippled outward, touching lives he never met.
I've lived long enough to outlast him.
That's why I'm here now — because someone has to tell his story the way it really happened.
Others will give you fragments, rumors, half-truths.
I'll give you the truth, because I carry it with me.
So let's not waste time.
Forget about me for now.
You'll figure out who I am eventually — that's part of the story.
But first, you need to know Ryan Quinson, the boy who made history.
In whispers dense, a tale takes shape,
Of Ryan's hands, too small to drape
The burden fate had pressed in stone—
Yet history claimed him as its own.
No lore or song could quite prepare,
For scales that gleamed with ancient despair;
A dragon black, with eyes of flame,
That answered when the boy first came.
Its breath was riddle, vast and deep,
A secret mortals should not keep;
Yet Ryan stood, his heart unstill,
And bent the dark to fragile will.
The nights grew long, the days grew thin,
A necklace burned against his skin;
Its glow a question, sharp and true—
What price must one so young pursue?
The dragon watched with gaze severe,
Its scarlet fire both dread and clear;
And Ryan bore, though still unknown,
The seed of power he had sown.