Hi there. It took me a while to do this, I don't know how she does it so easily. Maybe she practices, I don't know. I arrived here a bit ago, and everything started out normally. Things started spiraling really fast, in case you haven't noticed. I'm the only one inside this world who truly has. Since I'm not from here, I'm not affected by the design changes made by this world's... OC. That's a term I made up for when a world has a dragon in it not in any other except maybe one or two. It stands for Only Connection. Shoot, she's b-
Glory woke up in a dark cave. She was startled by the sudden appearance of another dragon. Whirling around, Glory looked for an exit, not seeing one, she bared her fangs.
"I wouldn't do that, Glory," a singsong voice called out.
"Why not?" Glory hissed.
"Because I'm an animus. You're already doomed. But any other attacks and your friends will pay as well."
Glory narrowed her eyes. "So then... you're here to kill me?"
"Oh, no. I don't show mercy to those who steal from me. First, I'm going to fill your head with images of everything you could have become. Everything I will become. Everything you have that I don't. And because of your stupid tribe. You'll be forced to watch everything unfold. And nobody will be able to see you. Hear you. Contact you. Remember you. And we'll be one step closer to perfection."
You know the person talking in the beginning? Don't listen to her, she doesn't know what she is talking about. This is my story to write, not hers. I'm not being cruel, I swear. I'm being reasonable. Also, please read the Story Notes if you haven't already.
