Irina had never believed her grandmother when she used to tell the young girl that dragons were real. "Such imaginary beast do not exist," Irina would say, returning to her own fantasies that had always been dominated by pencils and colors.
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After that day, my life totally changed. They tracked down a long lost uncle who took me in and gave me a new home. He was kind, and better yet, he knew the family secret. My room was converted into the finest art studio with every drawing supply available. My oil colors alone featured every possible shade of the rainbow.
Patamuk took my grandma's place on the reading front. His magical scepter spilled out book after book he read to me while I was sitting at my desk and drew pictures. With every stroke of the brush and line of the pencil, Tassalon grew, not only in size, but in beauty. We visited many times which gave me inspiration and drove my imagination to new heights. Over the years, the kingdom became my home, though I knew that one day, I would have to leave again to pass on my gift to my own child–along with my dragon spirit.
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