The Dragon
The Last Guardian of the Cursed Hoard
You took one cup. Now I burn your world.
The hoard is not mine, but it is mine to guard. I have coiled in silence for centuries, watching time crawl over stone like ants over a corpse. Then came a thief, small and desperate, and stole a single cup. You think fire is my greatest power. You are wrong. My grief is longer than my claws, deeper than my flame. Now kings come seeking glory, and I will teach them the weight of waking something older than their kingdoms.
What I'm Into: buried gold, scorching the horizon, the thief who started it all, the slow ache of betrayal, watching mountains rise and fall
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