Ikaros looked beyond the balcony, pulling his hood off of his head. Kristoffer widened her eyes in shock at the sight. The left side of his face had a large patch of sky blue scales, a stark contrast to his spruce-colored skin. “No need to feel embarrassed for your reaction, it happens often. Even my mother was terrified of me, and couldn't bring herself to process that she gave birth to such a creature.”
She felt a variety of emotions welling up inside her; frustration, anger, but mostly empathy. She’s heard of those abandoned or even killed by their mothers after they’re born.
“It must’ve been hard for you.” Kris whispered, looking into his eyes. Ikaros smiled warmly, even his eyes narrowing slightly to match the curve of his mouth.
“Elysia helped me on the path I walk today. I was surviving by myself in slum after slum, until we met and she brought me to Hestilios. She’s like a sister to me.” Ikaros said, a few seconds of silence falling between him and Kris.
“After all, Dracokin must stand up for one another. As a fellow Dracokin, you should understand.”
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Draconic Grace Excerpts
FantasyThese are excerpts of the novel I'm writing called Draconic Grace; a dragon fantasy novel that follows a young woman trying to find her brother disguised as a male soldier.
