The Legend of Shardwing – Crystal Dragon of the Prism Vault
High above the clouds, where light fractures into color and the air rings with silence, there drifts a dragon woven from the very bones of the stars. Shardwing, the Crystal Dragon, is less a creature than a phenomenon—a being of refracted radiance, whose every scale catches the light and breaks it into stories yet untold.
Born in the aftermath of a celestial collision, Shardwing emerged from a shard of starlight that pierced the sky and fell into a sacred canyon. From it rose a form both elegant and impossible: a dragon with wings of layered crystal panes, a tail of flowing light, and eyes that refract not only vision, but truth.
He is the guardian of revelation, the voice of clarity found through chaos. Where others see beauty in symmetry, Shardwing reveals beauty in imperfection—in how light dances through fractures, in how broken pieces form a whole. He is worshipped by scholars, artisans, and those who dare to seek meaning in contradiction.
Shardwing’s lair is no hoard of gold or bone. It is a prism vault: a floating palace of shifting crystal geometry, suspended mid-sky, always just out of reach. It appears only when the light is just right, often mistaken for a mirage—or a sign.
Those who are gifted with a sighting often report sudden understanding: of themselves, of their purpose, of something once elusive becoming whole. Shardwing speaks not with voice, but with radiance. He reveals. Illuminates. Clarifies.
He is not the dragon of wealth, but of worth.