The king’s twin daughters grew up under their shadow. Though gifted with intelligence and beauty, envy burned in their hearts. They longed not only for the throne, but also for the dragons, for legend whispered that whoever held their allegiance would rule the destiny of the nation.
In secret, the sisters conspired. They devised a cunning plan and, through betrayal, struck down their father. The kingdom mourned, believing his death to be fate. With the king gone, the twins inherited both the crown and the dragons.
Yet unity was not theirs. The sisters could not agree on how to rule. They divided the land in two: the fertile south, ruled by one, and the mountainous north, ruled by the other. The dragons, too, were separated. One soaring above the copper peaks, the other guarding the endless fields.
This division tore the nation apart. Smugglers and drug traffickers thrived in the chaos, while the border became a scar of endless conflict. Civil war always lurked just beyond the horizon.
Still, the people of Dracopium endured. They built castles that touched the sky and celebrated life with festivals. Travelers came to marvel at their beaches and warm traditions.
Today, the diarchy of the twin queens is fragile. They share power uneasily, watched always by their dragons. Some whisper that only the reunion of the sisters, or the final clash between them, will decide the true fate of Dracopium.
Bound by blood, divided by power.
The fate of Dracopium rests on whether the sisters reconcile, or destroy each other.