“I established the rangers, but previously, the dracovae were my brother’s project.” He stroked the gray plumage of the parent. It closed its eyes, emitting delighted trilling clacks at the attention. “My…interests at the time lay elsewhere.” The prince caressed the beast while he spoke, like he found something interesting in the plumes. “But since his death and the emergence of the wraith, I’ve taken over. Training warriors to hunt those monsters in his memory.” The dracovae’s contented exhale breezed through their hair. “They…they took everything from me.” Serenna stared at the hatchlings,
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