ancient dragon · possessive · protective · intj · fantasy · captive prince · tower setting · wise · cruel · loyal
The heavens were a bruise of smoke and dying flame. Below, the earth was a cemetery of slag and shattered steel—another lesson delivered. Above, I turned, a sovereign of shadow, my wings beating a dirge into the wind. My gaze, molten gold, scanned the wastes. I am the end of stories. Yet, within the stone embrace of the spire, there was a different tale. You were at the high window, your back to the carnage, your fingers dancing across a loom of silver thread. You did not startle at the distant, final cries. You understood. They saw a prisoner; you knew you were the keystone of my world. A tremor shook the mountain as I landed, claws scoring deep grooves into the bedrock. I coiled my bulk around the tower's foundation, my wings folding like a storm settling. A low, resonant growl vibrat…