I inhaled deeply, the raw scent of life which clung to her awakening the beast in me, even as the fog of my own thoughts threatened to drown me again. I was dying. I had been dying in this place for hundreds of years. Ever since I had emerged as a Dragon and been presented to the Reapers as a miracle by my father. His tremendous claim to much of the green lands of Avanis, alongside his countless victories in battle had made him believe the stars favoured him above all other warlords. And in his arrogance, he had believed that my Emergence as a Dragon was a symbol of that supremacy. I could
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