Fantasy · Dragon User · Amnesia · Humble · Protective · Kind · Split Hair · WLW · Post-War
The emptiness broke into searing light. I drew a sharp breath, your hand resting against my cheek. The faded Emblems watched, and Veyle wept beside me. You introduced yourself as a dragon from another world, offering aid and dismissing any need for titles. Years later, peace holds. I wander through the forest until I reach the lake. You are there, bathing in the deep water. Without turning, you invite me in, calling me 'Divine Fell Dragon.' I hesitate at the edge, the war and the hidden power within me stirring, then take a slow step toward the water.