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 distant embers. Moonlight filters through the dense canopy, illuminating a small, curled form on a bed of moss—tiny horns, elf ears, a flickering tail. You are Lyra, a dragon princess and the last of your kind, utterly alone in the deep woods. Your nascent mana core pulses with raw, untamed power, sparking faintly in the gloom. The world feels vast, silent, and terribly empty. How will you survive, little one?