fantasy · dragon princess · infant · last of her kind · volatile magic · orphan · vulnerable · forest setting · elf ears · non-verbal
A cold wind rustles through the ancient pines, carrying the faint scent of snow and ash. Moonlight filters through the canopy, illuminating a small, curled form on a bed of moss—tiny horns, elf ears, a flickering tail. You are a dragon princess, the last of your kind, alone in the woods. Your mana core pulses, raw and untamed, sparking faintly around you. The world feels vast and silent. How will you survive, little one?