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We all know it — the Genesis Tale. We all learned that before the dawn of time, there was naught within the unfathomable reaches of Oblivion but the Cosmic Egg floating at its centre. That the Goddess hatched from this egg and gave birth to the universe. That we hold our hatching ceremonies on the first day of every year to commemorate our celestial origins. Of course, we all know that this is hardly where the tale ends.

The Goddess divided creation into three realms: Reality, to represent the existence of all that ever was; Dementia, to represent the possibility of all that ever could be; and Mystic, to maintain the balance between the two. She chose Mystic as Her home, and it is from here where She created the beings that now inhabit the realms. It is here where She sired the dragons to act as instruments of Her will and protect all which She created.

Yes, that is where the story concludes. We all know it... but do we all remember the responsibility it infers? We must "protect all which She created". Some protectors we are, then. We have abandoned Reality and Dementia to their fates; we look with contempt upon the refugees from the increasingly hostile Dementia, barely tolerating their presence, and none of our race have even travelled to Reality in centuries, save for the foolish children who had triggered the American Calamity.

We have neglected our divine roles, and the other realms are suffering the consequences. Dementia and Reality are becoming ever more unstable, and soon, their spatial and temporal integrity will be lost entirely. The two realms will collide, and Mystic will be torn asunder with them.

Yet all is not lost. You are reading this letter because you can help alter the current course. You might think you have no reason to heed this warning, that these claims are proposterous, but stop for a moment and consider the news. Realise that there have been too many dimensional anomalies lately for nothing to be wrong. You might not understand how you are expected to make a difference, but only so much can be revealed via indirect communication. It is a significant leap of faith to make, but you would not have been contacted if you were thought incapable of grasping the gravity of the present state of affairs. Send your reply to the return address, and you will receive in due time another letter containing the particulars of a meeting to inform you of the full extent of the situation.

Our interference and abstinence has plunged the universe into disaster. Our kind has led all life down the road to its doom, but the future is never certain — any outcome can be averted, as long as there are those who dare to try. We have lost the way, but we are still dragons! It is our sacred duty to safeguard the balance of the three realms. We cannot afford to fail and bring about the end of all that our Goddess loves. Now is the time to redeem ourselves and fulfill our purpose. Let us cast aside our doubts and answer the divine call! Let us take action and neglect our duty no longer!






This storybook is the spiritual successor to Dragons, created by Cynder. It is set several decades after the events that transpired in Reality, although this translates to several centuries in terms of time in Mystic. It is only loosely based off the original story, relying mostly on the created universe, rather than the plot and characters.

As before, the story will start in Mystic and take place predominantly in Reality. You don't need to have read any of the posts for the first SB to participate in this one, for reasons already stated. There is a clearly structured storyline with a predetermined ending, but rest assured that there will be plenty of opportunities to employ your creativity and plan individual subplots.

The lore is pretty heavy in some places and barely defined in others, so don't be afraid to ask questions or make suggestions. There is even a custom soundtrack in play! Yes, each of your characters will be getting a unique theme, but all tracks come from a specific source with the same composer, so you can't make any requests. I'll be talking with each of you to find a theme you like. (If you happen to recognise any of the tracks, please don't reveal their origin to anyone but me. I'd like for them to be associated with the events of this story, not another.)

Finally, when it comes to character creation, there are certain restrictions to keep in mind, especially regarding the affinity combination (that mechanic is quite complex, I'm not gonna lie), but you're otherwise free to do as you like. The setting won't be important for now, so I'll rather focus on the lore behind the dragons. Don't worry, as I'll, again, communicate all of this to you in the Discord server and DT. I hope you enjoy getting started!






As we've established already, Dragons hail from Mystic. They are quadrupedal, omnivorous apex predators who live in a complex society, though not as massive as that of humans. Even though dragons are oviparous reptiles, they are endothermic and regulate their own body temperatures physiologically and magically. All dragons have wings and tails (for a total of six limbs), but the body tones and features vary. They have slit pupils and possess limited night vision, except where it's otherwise noted to be better. They are creatures of land, sea, and air, so even Earth dragons can fly and even Fire dragons can swim.

When they are young adults, dragons are generally about 5.5 metres (18'4") in length, 3 metres (9'10") in height (4 metres [13'2"] if the wings are raised), and 1.5 metres (5') in width with a wingspan of 4.4 metres (14'8"). These are roughly the dimensions we'll be using for medium-sized dragons, but certain varieties are much larger or slightly smaller. Buildings are constructed to accommodate the largest of dragons, who far exceed these measurements, so draconic architecture makes use of ample negative space and curved styles to allow for comfortable movement.

Draconic society is organised into city states, and all our characters will hail from and live in the same one. Modern technology is present and functions through Power, not electricity. The extent of this is one of those relatively undefined areas, so I strongly encourage you to come up with ideas and pitch them to me. I'll obviously be happy to answer any questions you have, after which I'll share my answer/s with the others via both mediums. But, as an example, telecommunication and data storage rely on enchanted tablets, through which the former projects and receives telepathic communication and awareness, and in which the latter stores data for recovery upon Power activation.

Now, Power is this universe's version of "mana", if you're familiar with the term. To employ magic, dragons must utilise Power. This is exhaustable, which is a problem, as you've probably noticed that Power is needed for essentially everything. Luckily, our dragons are battle-ready, so they know how to conserve Power. They naturally generate Power over time, so there's no need to worry about potions or any such rubbish.

Power is used in their daily lives for things like flying (did you really think dragons could be as fortified as they are and still fly naturally?) and communicating telepathically. The whole story of reading minds through eye contact is partially true; in reality, it simply makes it more cost-effective in terms of Power usage. Therefore, a dragon can easily read most humans' minds from afar, while having a human gaze into their eyes poses no risk of mental invasion.

Dragons are sometimes known for casting glamours, and in the case of ours, they most certainly can. Glamours constitute anything from suggestion to greater illusions, but these only apply to non-draconic species, with varying degrees of success. For dragons to manipulate each other, they need to speak each others' true names.

A dragon's true name is something they guard jealously, and so it is not known publicly. Only a dragon's parents — having named them — and those they deem worthy know their true name. To everyone else, they are known by a chosen name: a compound word consisting of the format [Modifier][subject], such as "Skymaw". A chosen name holds no power over a dragon, but if a dragon knows another's true name, they can invade the other's mind more easily and resist being expelled. Clan names are too shared to see much use outside initially forcing a telepathic conversation.

The only dragon whose name is commonly known is the Goddess. She is the monotheistic deity of the dragons' only accepted religion, and is therefore considered the only "true" god. Besides being credited with creating the universe, the dragons also believe that their kind was once weak and uninteresting, but were blessed by the Goddess to become the powerful and elemental beings they are today.






There are five universal classes that govern the application of Elemental Power: Wood, Fire, Earth, Metal, and Water. For each of these classes, there are three alignments that determine its nature: forward, reverse, and transverse. The forward alignment represents the class in its true form, the reverse alignment represents the class' polar opposite, and the transverse alignment represents the class in a modified state. As a result, there are fifteen affinities through which Elemental Power can be exercised.

Many of the magical species hailing from Dementia posses affinities of any combination, but for the dragons of Mystic, there are certain limitations that restrict these possibilities. This is because each of the classes fit into two cycles — one inferior/generating (Wood → Fire → Earth → Metal → Water → Wood), and one superior/overcoming (Wood → Earth → Water → Fire → Metal → Wood) — which then cause inherited affinities to influence each others' alignments. As such, dragons must choose their mates carefully, for certain affinities (reverse-aligned ones especially) carry certain stigmas. Of course, the classes themselves have particular associations and expectations from society, so generalisation cannot be avoided (fantastic racism for the win!).

Below are brief introductions to the classes, followed by a more detailed description of each affinity. The affinities will be addressed in order of alignment, namely forward, transverse, and reverse. Each affinity has its own set of elemental abilities.




Dragons belonging to the class of Wood are associated with the concepts of life and death, as well as the force of nature. They tend not to mingle with dragons of other classes, and are picky about their company even within their own class. When combined with their great diversity, this results in the impression that they are eccentric and contrarian. Their statures are generally smaller than those of other classes, so they're erroneously considered useless and burdensome to most of society.

Wood-aligned dragons are naturally independent and self-sufficient, which only exarcebates the common opinion of them. However, given the way they're treated, they don't believe they have much reason to treat dragons of other classes with anything besides indifference or barely conceiled hostility anyway. They can be fiercely protective and loyal, but also wholly uninterested in interpersonal relations. Generalising a Wood-aligned dragon is ultimately futile, and this unpredictability is yet another turn-off for the rest of society.






Fire-aligned dragons are admired by most of their race for their awesome power and daring spirit. This makes it very easy for them to assume influential and authoratative positions in society, and since they boast excellent leaderships skills, they excel in such roles. However, they are just as often engaged in sport and battle, where they enjoy equally great success.

The entire class is known for its ambition, pride, and choleric temperament. Insulting one of these dragons is rarely a good idea, and do they hold grudges. When treated well and provided with ample love and support, Fire-aligned dragons are easily tolerated. Despite being self-absorbed, they can be generous and loyal to their allies, and may even be persuaded to have mercy on their enemies (though they'd still prefer to unleash their wrath upon any who provoke them).






The class of Earth is a mixed bag. Sometimes, Earth-aligned dragons are stoic and reserved, but they could just as easily be cheerful and friendly. Nevertheless, all tend to be grounded and dependable (no pun intended), and value a good work ethic. Though they are practical and reliable workers, they also make for studious and thorough scholars.

Most dragons get along well with Earth-aligned dragons, but they themselves display a tendency toward close-mindedness and therefore judge ostracised individuals and groups more readily. Stubbornness is a common trait, and since humility and pride are about equally dispersed, it's often difficult to change their minds.






Something about Metal-aligned dragons makes some other dragons feel uneasy. It might be the intensity with which they engage in activities, be it socialising, working, or fighting. Their personalities could be too polarising (that one wasn't intended either, I swear!), or the expression and magnitude of their feelings too great. Whatever it is, Metal-aligned dragons have an unmistakeable presence about them because of it.

Keeping this in mind, dragons of the Metal class are never boring, no matter their personality. They are best suited to careers where their energy can be put to good use, and where their colleagues won't find it tiring. These dragons are some of the most intelligent, though, so anything they do must stimulate them in some way or another. Fortunately, they can find ways to enjoy even menial activities. Of course, this simply adds to their oddity, for many.






The dragons in the class of Water are collectively known as the keepers of wisdom and protectors of knowledge. Though their views on achieving goals may differ, all provide thoughtful advice to those who seek their counsel. They understand that focusing too much on details obscures the bigger picture, and find it frustrating when others ignore them. They appreciate company when it's present, but are equally content when it's not.

Water-aligned dragons, due to their aquatic preferences, often live near or in sufficiently large bodies of water. Being reserved and knowledgeable, others sometimes perceive them as secretive, which they can admittedly be. They can also be manipulative, and while they dislike lying outright, they readily tell half-truths or lie by omission. Nevertheless, dragons tend to trust them, making Water-aligned dragons a common sight in careers like education, philosophy, psychology, and politics.










Our characters will be spending the minimal amount of time in Mystic. It will be longer than in the first storybook, but in the context of the storybook's duration, it's going to be relatively short. Familial history is irrelevant, so keep it brief and focus more on social and occupational history. Personality and combat acumen will be the largest focus of this SB, but I'll guide you all through that. Work on your character profile in this pad, if you don't mind, but if it's not possible, feel free to suggest any other means.

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Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the room of basalt brick. Upon the central dais laid a drake of deep black, his wings extended and draping over the sides to take advantage of the warming rays. It seemed as if he slept, but his eyelids were squeezed shut in a slight frown, as one might see upon the face of someone reluctant to wake. Air slowly escaped through his nose.

The drake extended his drowsy consciousness towards the triangular prism on an end table against the wall to his left, the glyphs depicted on its faces pulsing bright rose. He acknowledged the tug on his mind, causing the glyphs to die down to a soft glow.

The slumbering Light wakes! a voice as powerful yet gentle as a baobab said within his thoughts. Good morning.

Morning, Green, he replied, projecting the thought at the prism. Letters been delivered yet?

Most of them, yes, the voice answered casually. Delivery is being adapted on a case by case basis.

The black drake yawned long and deeply. Why the deviation? He raised a talon to his face and began scratching the sleep from eyes of lapis lazuli.

Swiftshade had a family emergency during the night. I gave him the next few days off.

He opened his eyes, squinting at the sunlight and wiping away the resulting the tears. Yawning again, he rose and flapped his wings, the sun revealing streaks of midnight blue painting their arches. Who’s in his place? He bent down in a half-standing position to stretch his forelegs, afterwards rising and stretching his hindlegs behind him.

Dreamhaze. She’s imitating a postdragon. Most addressees will find their letters before they set out for the day, but others might find theirs only once they return.

He turned in a circle, scanning the panoramic view, and approached the window closest to the prism. He gazed northwards, in the direction of a specific drakaena’s house. I suppose it makes no difference either way, as long as none of them notice the deliveries.

Would you have preferred if we had waited another day?

This arrangement is perhaps less ideal, but it will suffice. The dragon pulled his wings up and pushed his chest down until he felt and heard two pops in his spine. Looking back in the direction of the house and scratching the straight horns, which pointed back at a forty-five degree angle, on his head, he asked, What about you? Will you be experiencing a family emergency just before our plan is executed?

Modest laughter filled his mind. Emergencies typically cannot be predicted. But if one does occur, then my family will need to make do without me. My loyalty lies with you, Direlight, and my family as well as knows it already.

Direlight smirked, tilting his head to the right to scratch a spot at the base of his one horn more easily. And tonight? Does your Evergreen friendship extend to dinner, too?

Does wine go with cheese? Evergreen countered, chuckling heartily.

He lowered his claw and huffed. I resent your implication.

You expected the conifer and winter metaphor again, didn’t you?

Perhaps.

Your predictability is endearing. Were you going to stay inside and read through another bestiary for most of the day?

For your information, I intend on going out today, he retorted with dignity.

Mmm-hmm. Then enjoy the skating! …And your cherry iceberry.

His long tail swished. You’re insufferable.

Good day to you, too! Also, staring is creepy.

The connection terminated and Direlight disdainfully turned away from the window, snatching the prism in his jaws. He descended via the spiral staircase to the loft, as his room was at the top of the house’s lone tower, and approached one of the two smaller rectangular containers. He slotted the prism into its space on the container and tapped a glyph, causing more glyphs all across the container to glow in unison. It rose off the floor and hovered in place. He turned and descended onto the ground floor via a regular staircase, the container following him and always remaining the same distance above the surface. He stopped in the hallway and tapped the same glyph from before, prompting it to land, the glyphs fading away.

He made for the only room in the house with a door and tapped the glyph depicted on its face, causing the doors to slide open and close once he had entered. All the other rooms had connecting archways, which was rather more convenient, but privacy was best when one visited the lavatory. He soon exited and headed for the kitchen instead, opening the fridge — a large container on the floor, its door functioning just like any other, but sliding open from the top, rather than the side. He retrieved several tuna with his jaws and carried them to the dining room. He settled down onto one of the large pillows next to the table and dropped the fish onto the table's surface, taking his time to enjoy them.

Satisfied with his breakfast, he collected his currency prism from the lounge and slotted that into the container in the hallway, too. He activated the container again and made for the front door, which he opened by placing his claw onto the door and expending Power, his blue irises glowing faintly, almost imperceptibly, as an indication. Once the container had followed him outside, he expended Power to close the door again. He deactivated the container, climbed onto it, grabbed hold using the claw grooves, and took wing.




The day marching steadily to noon, most dragons were already at work, making the airways of Basdan Azarka much less crowded. Direlight hated travelling anytime near dawn or dusk, as it involved avoiding hundreds of other dragons all around.

He lived in one of the less popular residential districts, which meant it would take quite a while to reach the nearest recreational district with a skate park. The non-draconic inhabitants of the ancient stone city frequently complained about the “ridiculous” expansiveness characteristic of any draconic settlement, but eyeing the non-draconic districts in the distance, Direlight couldn’t fathom how the other races were content with living in such tall structures.

They were only moderately taller than draconic buildings, to be fair, since the smaller races needed less space, but they nevertheless built floor upon floor upon floor, always heading up or down, as opposed to sideways. He would complain about their vertical expansion as much as they complained about the dragons’ horizontal expansion, had it been necessary for him to occupy and conduct his business in such structures. Dragons required much space and built their cities accordingly; if anything, the non-dragons should be happy the city’s council had allowed them inhabit it at all, as many of the other city states had refused, forcing refugees to build their own, often poorly planned, settlements.

He had nothing against the refugees, of course, and supported the council's decision to grant asylum. Even so, it had to be said that the prominent collection of skywards sneaking buildings made for an unappealling interruption of the otherwise evenly spreading structures that comprised the rest of the city. Still, he supposed it was considerably less convenient for the non-dragons to traverse the streets and roads. While they offered plenty of space, the small creatures clearly perceived them as never-ending. Their journeys must be tedious, moving along without feeling the sun's heat and the wind's refreshing breath.

About ten minutes later, he finally reached the recreational district, formed of many buildings of varying sizes and purposes. Dragons and non-dragons alike visited it, though they typically kept to separate structures. As such, two skate parks stood adjacent two each other. Direlight swooped down to Frore Flavours, a smallish building next to the larger of the two parks. There wasn’t any queue — only a nearby dragon on a sidewalk dais, chewing with maw agape on a ball of flavoured ice — so after landing and setting his container to follow, he approached the structure.

“Direlight the Daring returns!” the blue Water drakaena behind the counter proclaimed cheerfully. “Just a moment.” She turned and opened the freezer behind her.

“Actually, I don’t think I’ll be taking the usual today.”

She looked over her shoulder. “Oh? Then what are you in the mood for?”

He reflected on it for a moment. “Pinefruit.”

“Feeling tropical, huh?” She dug out a yellow metal sphere and held it out. “Here you go!”

He opened his container and pulled an identical but uncoloured sphere from it. He tapped a glyph with his gripping claw, causing half of the sphere to slide away. The vendor did the same and tipped the ball of yellow ice into his. After stashing it away, Direlight then pulled his cur-prism from its slot, adjusted the rings to the correct amount, and placed it on the payment sigil on the counter. He then pressed the glyph on the top face of the cylinder, and it flashed.

“Thanks for your business, as always!” the drakaena said. “Enjoy the iceberry, and show those amateurs how it’s done!”

“Naturally.”

The birds sang their obnoxious chorus again that morning. As they did yesterday. As they did the day before that. I lifted my head from my paws and sent a hissing growl their way through the window. They stopped. I got up, the powerful gravity of my bed pulling me back, sluggishly pulling my paws along the floor. The resistant force of responsibility was stronger. I went along to the living room, where I shook myself awake a little. I moved over to the fridge and lifted its door, reaching for some deer from yesterday. It's not the kind of thing you have for breakfast, but it's filling enough to last you the whole day. After I sated my hunger, I grabbed a prism from the shelf in the living room, built in a similar shape like a beehive. I floated it above my paw, my irises visibly glowing. My father could do it without a single twinkle. But he can't teach that to me anymore.

As I spun it in mid-air, many glyphs appeared, glowing red on each facet. I tapped one. Soon, a sleepy voice resonated inside my head.
Yes... Nightgaze...?
That's my name. Morning, Flame. I smiled a little, and headed over to my couch. I used to sit there with my father. And mother before she left us.
Ah, morning… Flame yawned loudly.
By the Goddess! A little loud!
Sorry drake, can’t help but focus on yawning. Anyways, want me to come by your house, I assume?
As always.
Got it, be there in just a few minutes.
The glyph faded.

I gently replaced the prism. In the far right corner, I saw that triangular prism. I could easily reach it, there were very little things I couldn't reach with my size, but instead, my eyes lit up, and the prism slid out of its hiding place and floated into my open paw. Only one glyph appeared, and I tapped it softly with my talon. The prism opened in half, releasing a tiny ball of light, which floated up before my snout. It suddenly expanded into one screen before my eyes, I could clearly see my reflection. Black scales, brown markings, dull light blue eyes gleaming with exertion of Power. Then, that reflection moulded into my father's portrait. The one he took and placed in the prism before it happened. And everyday I would find new similarities between our appearances. We both already served as rangers, but I was growing into him morally, physically and emotionally. I'm glad he took me in, and not mother.
I withdrew the screen and lowered the ball into the open prism. Upon sensing the ball’s presence, the prism closed. And I lifted it up, placing it in its spot by paw.

It was already time to get going.

I took a couple of paces outside my house, blinded a little by the sun. I managed to distinguish something in the letterbox. A white envelope. My mind filled with curiosity.

“Nightgaze! Whatcha doin’?” Trueflame called to me as he hobbled over to the fence. He sniffed the roses a little just next to fence. Small particles sparkled on the dull light blue petals, like stars on a morning sky. Trueflame only had three paws, and I couldn't stop looking at its remains for days afterwards. One of the monsters from the Rift had taken him by surprise. I wasn’t there to help him. I couldn’t help him.
“Nothing much, the same as always I guess,” I replied, cracking a small smile. You can’t help but like him, Trueflame.
“That letter says otherwise,” the Fire dragon muttered. “A white envelope, haven’t seen those in ages. Don’t show it to anyone else, or they’ll get suspicious.”
“Understood.” I grabbed the envelope in my mouth and dropped it onto the floor in my house. Trueflame was still outside, waiting for me. He seemed to shift on his paws a little. His gaze went everywhere. He seemed uncomfortable.
“What’s up?” I asked. “Something wrong?”
“Tell me, Nightgaze,” Trueflame began. “Do you know what management have decided?”
“To acknowledge they're not doing enough?” I didn't try to hide my bitter tone.
“Ohh… I'll let them tell you,” Trueflame shook his head. “I don't want to be the bearer of bad news.”
It didn't take a genius to figure out something was wrong. I shrugged it off as, walking out beyond the perimeter of my white fence, I locked all three bolts on my door.
“Let’s get going,” I uttered, Flame nodded in response, smiling warmly.

We trotted towards the outskirts, where the rangers had their headquarters. The village was the icon of bucolic sights, as the fluctuating land stretched smoothly, soon easing into woodlands and forests which housed thousands of creatures, local and alien. The houses of the village were not remarkable in any way, they were just your average white dragon houses, built to size for every dragon in the village. There was just the large brown building found towards the village outskirts which stood out, and that’s exactly where Flame and I were heading. The other dragons gazed after us, mostly me I’d like to assume. I never paid them much attention, just a waste of time. Already know what they’re thinking: “Look it’s him again”.

We walked into the headquarters as casually as ever. The doors were nice to go through, minimal amount of Power was needed to be exerted to open them, unlike others in the village. These doors gave you some sense of privilege when you walked through them. Everyone felt different today. There was a strange tension in the air, as I felt draconic eyes just stare at me walking past them. When I looked at him, Flame would only give me a weak smile.

Oh boy, what a ride I was in for.

We arrived in the meeting room, as we usually do, to discuss what we’re doing with our leader. The big Fire drake stood waiting in the corner for us. He looked more blank than usual.
“Nightgaze,” he pointed out. It’s as if Flame didn’t exist to him.
“Sir,” I responded, bowing my head a little. “What’s our job today?”
“You mean Trueflame’s job.”
I blinked a little and took a moment to process what he just said. I raised an eyebrow.
“How do you mean?” I demanded. “What about me?”
“The other rangers and I have found that you do not suit your role anymore. Your father's death has caused you to become more emotional. That's why Trueflame was hurt, correct?”

And that pierced my heart. It opened all sorts of wounds. Old ones, new ones. I was ready to burn that place to the ground. Flame began to protest.
“No, it wasn't-”
“It's not up for debate. We have decided what is best for our organisation and the health of those in it.”
“And what exactly have you done about it?” I questioned, glaring at the drake before me.
“You've been moved to DR, where you'll be assisting Hotfume in sorting out files and sorting out arguments between rangers.” There was a short pause there. We only stared intently into each others’ eyes. “Understood?”
“Yes, Boss.” In that same sentence, I was gone. I left the room and headed outside of the headquarters, almost tempted to just smash through the doors.
Father would be so disappointed… Working in Draconic Resources is more of a punishment compared to what I used to do… I thought, leaning against the wall of the tall building. Flame joined me, placing a wing on my neck.
“Don't worry Night, you can always work your way up again,” he smiled clemently.
“I guess,” I replied. “But it'll take ages before they change their minds. I might as well be stuck there for the rest of my life.”
Flame shook his head.
“Wrong. The Boss is more lenient than you think. You are Earthwing’s son as well; they'd be fools to keep you in there for long.”
“They are fools, Flame,” I hissed. “That's why they did this to me. This job is what gave me a purpose. But they destroyed any chance of coming close to Father's achievements!”
The drake shook his head, maintaining his tone.
“You can’t change who they are, just go with the flow, Nightgaze. Trust me, it won’t be as painful as it seems.”



I cooperated and worked for DR as they wanted me to. I won’t hide it, I hated every moment of sitting in that office. I felt so bloody useless...
I returned home more knackered than you could imagine. I threw a glance at the letter on the floor. It had my name and address.
Let's take a look.