09/10/2025
Too engrossed in their conversation they didn’t even notice when I slipped inside. I listened as Yorri recounted the events of what had transpired all those years ago.
My mind reeling with the memories of it. The pain of loosing so many. As each thread was cut a piece of my soul was torn apart never to return to it’s origin.
You see once a soul has been divided there is no getting that part back. My own soul divided so many times over the years had thinned more than any other dragon in the world.
Suffice it to say my soul has weakened as a result of the split. Still stronger than most but weakened. As one of the oldest dragons in existence if you could still call me one, my soul strength far out weighed the rest.
However this did come with many heart aches and generations of torment that had left me with a shadow of who I once was.
You can never understand the pain of a loss like mine until you have endured its hurt. Years sacrificed for what? A kingdom that to this day still rules with an iron fists.
No this is not the world I envisioned nor was it what I intended when falling from the skies. The powers that entwine this world have a cruel sense of humour indeed.
As they laugh from their golden thrones at those less fortunate. Pulling the threads this way and that only to bask in the aftermath to take what they want.
No they will never understand even when seen from their own eyes the results of their influence.
As I listened to the story of my past with Yorri I knew I had to make Ray see what the others can not.
What Yorri and I see as we watch the world from our dragons eyes. His blood thicker than any other the faith knows what Rays presence in this town means.
His bound blood to mine will never fade not until his last breath.
