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Nyxaris’s open jaws was molten light, impossibly bright. Streaks of crimson and gold spiraled like living veins, radiating into the air like deadly ribbons. Witnessing it was like staring into the heart of destruction. A reminder of why dragons had once ruled the skies—and
I Love Dragons, because they don't tolerate disrespect, & they don't talk to people unless they fwu.
I turned to face Nyxaris. The dragon’s gold eyes were fixed on me.
it’s clear the bond between dragon and rider was never meant to be easy.
You have a dragon, Medra, she reminded me. Then her voice softened. You are stronger than you know. You have already survived what no one else could have. You are not alone.