I've frequently overheard you will never forget your first love, and I vainly imagined those who naively believed it to be foolish.
I was a mighty dragon who would inevitably outlive them all. Who is to undoubtedly say I'll remember any of my established firsts in this tedious life. But now that I stand here, dangerously close to the unknown end; naturally having to reluctantly admit they were accurate.
That weak, frail wood elf had promptly stolen my hardened heart all those years ago.
Now that he is long departed and our children have inevitably united with him, I don't think I could ever forget him. His green yellowish hair, those purple eyes, skin the complementary colour of an oak tree.
What remains the essential point in our love when I undoubtedly knew he would inevitably die and I live on. Why even try following it through? It only tortures us in the long run: I merely left to my eternal solitude, him right to his forgotten grave.
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Jade Ouro and the Wandering Provinces
FantasyJade thought that her job was done and she could finally settle down and have a normalish life. boy was she wrong, the man she swore to kill for the murder of her parents and many other dragons, turns out to be alive. he kills her husband and son, a...
