HERA
If anyone were ever to write a book about my life, three very crucial events will mark the turning points from which there was no return.
The day my Father died.
The day my village was razed to the ground, everyone I loved burned to ashes with it.
And the day I wed the dragon king in the temple of the fire gods and became queen.
The dragonkin below erupt in howls and cheers as we turn around to face them, a rumbling sound that seems to shake the very foundations of the temple itself.
If they knew what I planned and my reason for becoming queen, I doubt they would be so quick to rejoice.
The crowd parts as we descend the steps, exposing the path between the burning pillars.
Tiny, sweet scented flower are tossed in the air from eager baskets, floating gently to land on our clot
