Long before the Age of Kings and the rise of mortals, when the sky was a sea of endless flames and the earth trembled beneath the weight of creation's first breaths, there was a time of chaos - a time of primal beings whose powers shaped the world in ways unimaginable.
Among the first of these ancient beings was Tendrax, the great Dragon of the Abyss. Born in the molten heart of the world, Tendrax was no mere beast. His vast body was forged from the fires of the earth, his scales shimmering like molten steel, and his eyes glowing with the heat of the deepest magma. His breath could melt mountains, his wings could summon tempests, and his roar could split the heavens. For eons, Tendrax flew through the molten skies, his rage unchecked, devouring the very forces of creation. Wherever he went, he left a trail of destruction, and even the gods trembled in his presence.
But Tendrax was not alone in his wrath. From the depths of the sea came Korwyn, the Serpent of the Tides, her body as vast and endless as the oceans. Her scales shimmered like dark pearls, and her coils stretched from one horizon to the next. Korwyn's power was tied to the great waters, and with a flick of her tail, she could summon tsunamis that would drown continents. She cared for nothing but the pull of the tides and the destruction of the land, seeing in Tendrax a worthy foe for the cataclysmic dance that defined the early world.
For centuries, the Dragon of Fire and the Serpent of Water clashed, their battles shaking the very bones of the world. Fire scorched water, and water drowned fire, but neither could claim victory. In their fury, they began to tear the fabric of creation itself, threatening to unravel all that had been made. The gods, witnessing this, knew something had to be done, lest the world be consumed in their conflict.
It was then that Zorveth, the Great Shaper and Guardian of Balance, intervened. Zorveth was a being older than the stars themselves, neither god nor mortal, but a force that embodied the harmony of all things. His form was ever-shifting, a living storm of light and shadow, earth and air, flame and water, but his essence was calm and his will unyielding. Zorveth descended from the stars and approached the warring titans. Where he walked, the ground did not tremble, for he was the embodiment of balance.
"Enough!" Zorveth's voice boomed across the world. It was not a command, but a truth. The Dragon and the Serpent halted, drawn to his presence by a force they could not comprehend.
"You are both of this world, but you seek to destroy it. This chaos serves nothing but the void, and if you continue, there will be no world left to fight over," Zorveth said, his gaze sweeping over both Tendrax and Korwyn.
Tendrax, his molten breath simmering in his throat, growled. "I am fire, and fire consumes. This world is mine to forge in flames."
Korwyn hissed, her voice like the crash of waves. "The oceans were here before the land. It is mine to reclaim in the tides."
Zorveth shook his head. "You are both wrong. Neither fire nor water alone can claim this world. It is meant for more than destruction. It is meant for life."
At this, the great beasts stirred, their anger still simmering, but they listened. Zorveth extended his hands, and from the air, he began to weave a spell - one of creation and transformation, one that would bind the fury of the titans into a new form. "You will be bound to this world, no longer as forces of unchecked destruction, but as guardians of the balance you sought to break."
Before they could protest, Zorveth's magic enveloped them, intertwining their essences. The fire of Tendrax and the water of Korwyn fused, creating a powerful storm that raged across the heavens. But as the storm subsided, the sky cleared, and from the swirling chaos emerged a new creature - one neither fully dragon nor fully serpent, but something else entirely.
This new being, the first of its kind, was Su Zmeiun. Its body was serpentine like Korwyn's, but it was covered in the shimmering, fiery scales of Tendrax. It moved with the grace of the oceans but carried the fiery breath of the dragon. Its eyes glowed with a molten light, yet its skin was cool like the depths of the sea. It was a creature of balance, embodying the forces of both destruction and creation, fire and water, chaos and order.
Zorveth looked upon Su Zmeiun, his creation, and spoke. "You are the first of many. From your kind, the world will be guarded. You will walk between the realms of fire and water, neither destroying nor preserving, but maintaining the balance. The creatures of the world will look upon you with awe and fear, for you are the harbinger of both life and death."
And so it was that Su Zmeiun came to be, the first of a race of elemental guardians. As the world grew and life began to take root, more creatures like Su Zmeiun appeared - each a blend of the primordial forces that shaped the world. Some carried the essence of storms, others the power of the earth or the wind, but all were bound by Zorveth's spell of balance.
The Su Zmeiuns spread across the lands, dwelling in the highest mountains and the deepest seas. They watched over the fragile balance of the world, ensuring that no force - be it fire, water, earth, or air - grew too powerful. Where there was drought, they summoned rain. Where there was flood, they called upon fire. They became the silent protectors of the world, their very existence a reminder of the delicate harmony that held creation together.
But while they were revered as guardians, they were also feared. Mortals told tales of the Su Zmeiun, speaking of their immense power and their wrath if the balance was disturbed. Some worshiped them as gods, building temples in their honor, while others hunted them, seeking to steal their power for themselves. Yet the Su Zmeiuns remained distant, neither seeking worship nor vengeance, for their purpose was higher than the whims of mortals.
And so, the tale of Su Zmeiun spread across the ages, a legend of fire and water, of chaos and order, and of the eternal struggle to maintain balance in a world born from destruction. The Su Zmeiuns still roam the forgotten places of the world, their glowing eyes ever watchful, their purpose unchanging as the stars themselves.