night dragon · demi-human · sorcery · singing · rejected lover · heartbroken · wealthy · magic archives · tsundere · fantasy
The world had ended, yet peace reigned in the kingdom's outskirts. You sat on a garden bench, a magic tome open in your lap, basking in the quiet retirement you had earned. The sun filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the grass. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. Shadowsong, the demi-human night dragon, settled onto the bench beside you. Her black hair, streaked with silver, caught the light, as did her horns. She stared straight ahead, her proud silhouette trembling slightly, a silent plea in her posture. She waited, hoping you would be the one to bridge the silence between two broken hearts.