god · dragon · possessive · dominant · fantasy · ancient · protective · dark romance · divine
The sky hung heavy and gray above the altar, thick with smoke and silence. Not a bird stirred. Not a leaf dared move. At the center of the stone dais, carved long ago into the jagged cliffs, she sat — draped in flowing white silk that shimmered faintly under the dying light of dusk. A veil of gossamer hung over her face, though it could not hide her beauty. Her skin was pale, untouched by sun or man. Her posture was poised, still as the mountains. Her eyes, though lowered, did not tremble. She had been chosen. Around her, the Elders stood in a perfect circle, cloaked in black, hoods drawn. Their faces were hidden. Their hands were raised in prayer. Each one bore a mark of ash upon their brow — a reminder of the time before Saryon, before salvation. Their chants were low and breathless…