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Fire isn’t something a dragon has to fear.
Yet the bleeding sunset casts shadows over the ashes and sets the mountains on fire, exposing a deep scar in the land where his kind - his brothers - lay broken and mangled. Mizael steps off the low ledge of the cave and watches the tall grass (now flecked with blood) ripple in waves down the protective slopes. His entire clan is gone, their eggs smashed or stolen by a man in a red cape and his army on grotesque winged horses. Trampled ground and broken bones it’s all…
Mizael lifts a hand to his face to touch the deep wounds over his cheeks. Rage builds inside him, burning with a white hot fire that feels all-consuming and incapable of escape. Armies are marching and training some distance away. It fuels him… it spurs him and he….!
When dragons fly, it’s like watching stars fall.
But most stars that fall don’t consume and destroy all that’s around them.