Dragon Drikira King POV
Dragons were born to lead and rule; to fear nothing and bow to no other soul, to make allegiances, not friends but I had forgotten who I am, for a moment. Just when I was finally happy, the Kingdom thriving, my so called friends and allies had turned against me. They had taken the one thing I had truly loved. Something pure and innocent.
Almost ten long years have passed.
Almost 522 weeks.
Almost 3652 days.
Almost 87658 hours.
Almost 5259487 minutes.
Almost 315569260 seconds.
The darkness had become a welcome home for my wounded soul through these agonising ten years. Hatred had gripped my heart; my Dragon sulked and willed for joys death. I trusted very few of my own kin, let alone the other Kingdoms who dared to cross me.
Fate must hate me. It had not
