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"As our drill reached a depth at around 700-800 meters, the entire region began to collapse into an unknown area. When we leaned down to have a better look of the hole, an ancient and majestic ruin, quietly lying there like historical mausoleums, appeared in our sight. We then mobilized a helicopter to approach the site before reporting to the authorities. As soon as we stepped our foot down on the wet ground below, we were stunned by the vastness of the area, which seemed to keep on going forever. The looming sunlight coming through the borehole from the sky became the only source of light for us to navigate our way.

With torches in hand, the team entered a place that had been long lost to history, a citadel that was as ancient and magnificent as the tombs of the Nguyễn and maybe the Trần emperors. Sadly, it is now just a shadow of an advanced civilization, buried in time.

Entrance to the citadel was pitch black and torches only were not enough, many in the team gave up and requested we return to the camp for better preparation. But as the thrust for adventures from my youth arose, darkness was simply not enough to stop my steps. I discovered that the architecture here, though very primordial, possessed such an incredibly advanced technology. It is not an exaggeration to say that the inhabitants once lived there had transformed the entire citadel into a giant image projector with pillars and floors engraved with depictions of lives, of wars, and even of the decline and fall of this ancient empire to show to the later generations. Of course, if all it had were these, then nothing would be noteworthy. The interesting part is that, when a member of our group accidentally fell and hit his face, a blood drop from his nose accidentally came into contact with the depictions, then out of the air appeared an image of a creature with the body of a human but had some mythical traits. This creature was both beautiful and magnificent with graceful wings adorning its back like fairies in tales, a creature whose beauty seemed to be so terrifying that everyone in our team immediately retreated, only I tried to stay a bit longer and communicate with it using body language, but… I wasn’t sure whether I should be happy or sad when the creature didn’t exactly appear there or anywhere from my understanding, it was just a projection from the era it once lived…"

[…] When the light touched the ground, when the stars brightened up the night sky. When all the quintessence and the glorious moments of a powerful clan began to fade away in the glow of sunset, only memories remained when being read aloud. A story, an image in a mythic history, awaiting the worthy ones to find it…

Long ago, the world saw a beautiful love tale arise between two immortals, or more accurately— two individuals with miraculous power. One inherited the blood of a powerful Sea Dragon race with a righteous heart, always ready to hunt down any devil and end any cruelty he saw. The other carried the shadow of a Magical Fairy race with endless compassion for all living kinds. In a coincident meeting, the two formed bonds despite the differences of their races.

And then, in a region far far away, among the mountainous forests of the South, a prosperous kingdom was formed by a Father and a Mother. Day by day, their children lived in happiness and coziness, full of fragrant flowers and sweet fruits with thousands of landscapes around. The kingdom started to grow larger over time, their reputation was heard by even the wanderers from the unknown, and many kings from other states were jealous and envious, wanting to overthrow the Parents' kingdom.

The Father had always been living happily with his children and queen, but the Father's heart still could not forget his home ocean palace. And then one day, when the predecessor dragon lord left for the eternal void, he was forced to leave his kingdom and happiness behind, and turned into a dragon, flying up high into the sky and heading toward the sea far far away so as to govern the ocean world[…]

[…] From then on, tragedies began to emerge in the kingdom whose only Mother was left with tears. Despite a hurtful heart, a Mother’s holy love had given her the strength to take care of each of her children, who was crying to the vast sea.

But a family could not be without a Father, and the kingdom was slowly losing its own status. No rich land could escape the eyes of tyrannical kings. And one by one, the evil men with thousands of chained bloodthirsty devils behind arrived, threatening to invade the kingdom. The war seemed to have lasted forever, and the children were pulled into misery.

Even with the power of a goddess fairy, the Mother was no match against their thirst for blood. Her magic was simply useless when facing the fangs and claws that were cutting into the flesh of her own and her children. Witnessing each of her children fall onto the ground one by one, being trampled and tortured in every way, the Mother was forced to run away from the place where she had dedicated her life to try and call for her husband’s help.

She climbed up the highest mountain with a red-dyed robe on her scratched hands, turned her head to the ocean palace far away, and called out a sorrowful voice. But then… sadly, the dragon king did not bother to return the answer— leaving behind his beloved wife alone, enduring thousands of pain.

With a heart now half-broken, she had no other option but to seek aid from a foreign group that was much more powerful though was also no less of a danger[…]

[…] At the time, her homeland— a remote cold kingdom of the North saw the sudden rise of a group as mighty as thunder. No one knew where they came from, but with just a glimpse of an eye, every kingdom had been forced to kneel down on their feet, even the nation's founder, her father, had to surrender and back down before them. Unlike Xích Quỷ or Chinese Dependencies, they were a strangely mysterious clan who did not proclaim themselves a name, and people back then were not sure why they did not such a thing— therefore, the group was hailed under the title Fae —signifying them as a clan with tremendous power, beyond even the gods.

With pain and sorrow, the Mother urgently returned to her homeland regardless of the changes in days and nights. By the time she arrived, the landscapes there were so different from her memory that she did not even recognize the region she was raised in. Once filled with sunshine and miraculous magics, the place had been turned into a solid, massive [building]/[stronghold]. But who was she to judge when the strong were destined to rule, especially now when she needed their strength to retake what belonged to hers, no matter the cost.

And as she finally met their leader, the Mother endured the shame and knelt down, begging them to save her children… How painful. Their leader, looking at her like a fierce tiger to a prey, let out a cruel smile. He agreed to her plea, but at a cost that she would regret for the rest of her life.

Upon returning to her fallen kingdom, the Mother brought behind her a monstrous army. The Nameless Clan slaughtered everything they passed by, tearing apart any devil that stood in their way. But the power they used was not from magic or beliefs— it came from an object they called great gears. Weapons that were tremendously powerful, giant emotionless monsters that always obeyed commands. A war that had brought thousands of pain, ended in mere seconds, demonstrating the massive strength which this clan had. Witnessing the bloody scene, the Mother begged once again in front of her children, asking them to teach such extraordinary power to the descendants of Dragons and Fairies. Their leader agreed.

Related individuals: Director Nguyễn Dương, SCP-073-VN

Preface: In the past, SCP-073-VN did not respond or interact with any indirect interview. Therefore, Dir. Dương proposed that he should approach the containment cell and conduct the interview himself. The proposal was approved as the director once encountered the anomaly during its first containment. An audio recorder was provided so as to record the entire conversation.

[BEGIN LOG]

Dir. Dương went inside the containment cell, created a chair on the ground then sat down. SCP-073-VN opened its eyes, expressing a disinterested attitude.

Dir. Dương: Hello SCP-073-VN, it has been so long since you got notified of an interview right? Our apologies if you were bothered, but this is really necessary.

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SCP-073-VN: I have a name, doctor. Maybe to you humans, it was not regarded with much importance, but my kind does. Call me by my name Long, and stop spitting those idiotic numbers and random definitions that have already been thrown at me every day, or else this discussion will end right now.

Dir. Dương: Very well mister Long Vương, we will begin the interview in a moment. But first, I would like you to listen to this recorder.

[Director Dương took out an audio recorder and played the recreated vocal sound. SCP-073-VN aroused and let out a loud roar of anger].

Dir. Dương: Oh hold on there, you know this sound?

SCP-073-VN: My brothers, my family, my kind, how could I not know? We lived side by side for thousands, hundreds, and even millions of years, we were comrades who once shared meals and dreams together. We were the followers, the worshipers of the god who ruled every stream pouring this land and were the children of the Great Father of the seas and the Eternal Mother of the mountains, together fighting off the nameless dark Fae and the forever-flames.

Dir. Dương: May I ask why sir fearless dragon here suddenly turned emotional like this?

SCP-073-VN: The blood of my kind had dyed the forest red, our flesh became the nutrition that fed the region, and our bones turned into the energy that kept this land prosperous, as each of us fell down one by one. But such is an honor for us brothers as I saw our Mother’s teardrops for our fading breath, and our Father tightened his muscles and mourned for his children, we had received the love from both the Father and the Mother. And I am proud of them, my fallen brothers, but I also do miss them very much and the memories about them have carved deep into the scales and flesh of mine. If one were to blame, it was the devils of the night who deserved every punishment…

[Dir. Dương interrupted the anomaly’s speech, took out his glasses and a document from his pocket, and read them. After around 2 minutes, he raised his head up and continued to communicate with the anomaly].

Dir. Dương: Actually, we just recently discovered the skeletons of your kind, buried in a secret area. It is quite deep underground, but I believed it was the correct place, am I right?

[SCP-073-VN showed signs of excitement].

SCP-073-VN: So you have managed to find that area, it seems that even the most isolated mountainous place could not escape the hands of this foundation. Very well then, my stories would be meaningless if the knowledge I have continued to be hidden. Questioning what you want.

Dir. Dương: It seems that your kind had gone through a difficult war, would you mind providing some more information about it?

SCP-073-VN: Before I was born, before even the dawn of your mankind civilization, it was our kind that ruled the water. From the smallest rivers and drains running through the lands to the vast ocean where no shore could be seen, nowhere was without our footprints, no water had we not bathed, we lived in harmony with the streams and were the most faithful followers of the ocean. And following the will of rivers and seas, the first ruler of our kind was crowned as the Dragon King of Seven Seas with a reputation known in all four corners of the Earth and eight realms of the universe. Following the previous agreement, we became the guardians for the first Dragon King, swore to serve the Dragon race til death.

The Dragon King also had a daughter, a princess of dragons, having the beauty and intelligence that no one could compare to. But she did not seem to love the waves or the knowledge of the ocean and was instead, passionated for human’s delights and the winds of high mountains. I, as her guardian, had to keep many of her adventures secret from the first king. Then one day, she married to a mortal and gave birth to the great child. That child, though a hybrid, could carry the largest and oldest trees on his shoulders with only bare hands, his legs could run through thousands of feet of high mountains, and his eyes could see through the hearts of all things.

Dir. Dương: That story sounds extremely similar to a legend of our ancestors, could it be that this "extraordinary child" of yours had also hunted down many devils?

SCP-073-VN: Oh no, I have heard loads of tales that you humans told about him, but those so-called feats are nothing but a grain of salt in a much larger ocean of his epic historical glory. As you might know through our first conversation, the Father had not only always stood with us against the Phoenix race, but he did even more than that. He conquered and unified both lands and seas, and chose to treat the defeated descendants of the forever-flame with respect. He and the princess of the forever-flame married and incubated a hundred eggs. Combining the flame of vitality and the knowledge of oceans with each other, they created the most excellent people. But for a long time, the differences between the two races had hampered his happiness.

[The anomaly stopped for a moment before sighing].

SCP-073-VN: I must say that the love between Father and Mother was the most wonderful and purest form by the standards of both Dragon or Human. Despite being on the defeated side, the Mother’s heart was full of compassion and kindness, she always used the best medicinal plants to bandage our injuries, and always brought the best dishes that her people made on land to feed us. Since then, we entered an era of prosperity that had been never seen before. But over time, the forests’ fire began to dry out our scales, causing our shadow to slowly become that of a human, some were even assimilated and stuck in those shadows for eternity. Many of our kind even went extreme and rebelled against our Mother. In the end, our Father had to make the most difficult decision. He took the children whose dominant blood was that of the Dragon race down to the ocean palace, while the Mother took those with the flame of vitality to the mountains up high.

Dir. Dương: According to the previous interview, didn’t you mention that you were the last of your kind?

SCP-073-VN: That is correct, even the wisest dragons or the most tyrannical kings could not stand the test of time, when the "first to open its eyes" set the wings of those entities to this land, they brought with them death to every corners, but told the lies that neither the Mother nor the Father could realize. Those scums used magics to drain the vitality of every land, leaving behind a massive hold that still remains to this day.

Dir. Dương: I understand your frustration, but the question is how come you are the only survivor?

SCP-073-VN: Hold there now, why are you humans always so hasty? Those scums thought they would gain victory, but the dedication to freedom and the resilience of minds was not something they expected. The Mother had used the energy of the spirits around the environment to send her words through the winds that waved the Father’s sea.

He gathered everyone, loudly declared what crimes the "nameless nemesis" had committed, and made a huge roar. In mere seconds, dark clouds emerged and covered the sky, the thunders, the rainstorms, and the floods all struck across the mortal realm in response to his call. The whole world was stirred by the scream of all seas. At his call, a massive tsunami carried us straight to the battlefield. As soon as they saw our Father’s majestic figure and the might of our army, they rushed forward for a fight, but the ending was already clear and they were either drowned in the abyss or buried under our sharp teeth.

Dir. Dương: So you won with no casualty?

SCP-073-VN: We used to think so, but then those cunning bunch secretly performed an ancient ritual, changing the entire tide. They opened something evil and empty. They sacrificed their blood and flesh for something that they could not even understand, and then the endless void swallowed their appearance, their names, and even their existence. It was something completely opposite to the meaning of creation, the final destruction that resided only in the injuries of lives to which they themselves once worshiped. Terrified at the scene, the Father attempted to sacrifice himself to patch the empty hole, but how could we children allow him to do such a thing. We stopped him from his intent and decided to use our own bodies to fill the void. When the guardian's bodies became the final wall against those forgotten creatures, it also put an end to their bloody dynasty.

Dir. Dương: All right, thank you mister Long Vương for these valuable informations. I will meet you again in around a few months or so.

[Dir. Dương turned his back and was walking out of the room when he suddenly stopped at the threshold.]

Dir. Dương: What if I say that those nameless are returning?

SCP-073-VN: [cried out a roar] Then may the best be with you.

[END LOG]