Dragons were beasts of unmatched honor. It was as sure as the blood that ran through their veins, the heart that beat beneath their rib, the scales that lined their bodies or the fire that forged their souls.
But occasionally…there were exceptions. Once in a generation, a century or longer.
There were those born…different.
If men were accepted for who they were, why were those born different hated, judged, simply for daring to be set apart?
Humans had many brave men, and just as many cowards. Many great men, and just as many failures. Why were all dragons bound to the code of honor?
A code for and by which they had been enslaved to a weaker race.
What even is honor?
For to be different...is true supremacy.
~Asrig
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A shudder ran down Neveah's spine. It was one thing for her dreams to be haunted by a long dead king, it was another thing to find herself reliving his writings, even in this moment.
