Matau99

The sun speared over the horizon brilliantly, as if it had sought to illustrate the emotions of two very lucky dragons that day. The two had, after years of romance and courtship, finally decided to marry, and with their families’ and friends’ approval, it was set. Fatespeaker thought about her groom-to-be. He was chivalrous, loyal, kind, sweet, and a true genius. He was one of the smartest dragons alive. His tribe had called him a traitor, but she knew he wasn’t one. He was a hero, through and through. He’d even played a part in saving the world, and now his tribe recognized his heroicness she’d seen for so lon

Hello. Don’t be afraid. I probably won’t kill you. They think they won. They think they stopped the war. They think she’s dead. They think I’m dead. They think this is over. The first three are correct. The fourth might be soon. The fifth will never be. Somehow, I never expected her to die. Statistically, it was more likely than not—three rivals, two would die—but I just couldn’t wrap my mind around it. She never seemed like the type to die, if that makes any sense. It probably doesn’t. Maybe I should just kill you. That would be cleaner. After all, they can’t know I survived. It&rsqu