The Lost Dragonet Of Darkstalker

The Lost Dragonet Of Darkstalker

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A lost dragonet named Twilight is hidden away because she was Darkstalker's child. She meets hope and Peacemaker 4,000 years later. She has all the memories of her father and mother yet no one knows who she is. (Extremely slow updates, sorry)
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BOOK THREE IN THE TIMELINE SERIES "Anything about the future can be changed," he said. "Even that. I could enchant the mountain to stay up if I wanted to. We can make the future turn out however we like." -Legends: Darkstalker, pg. 353 Darkstalker and Clearsight just wanted a chance at starting over. But they didn't realize how hard it was, to hold a dying kingdom together by a thread. And with the army scattered across the continent, the treasury empty, the palace burnt, and half their citizens dead, things are starting to feel impossible. Shadowhunter just wanted to be in control. To drown out her problems in a rush of adrenaline, and the spark of red-hot magic on her claws. But she's got nothing left to burn anymore, and a whole wide-open sky of possibilities. Eclipse doesn't know what comes next. She's spent her whole life letting other dragons decide how she feels, what she thinks, making her every decision for her. But she's starting to think that maybe there's more to life than constant submission. Way isn't sure who he is. A cool, coldhearted aristocrat? A starry-eyed theatre nerd? Or just a really sad, scared dragonet? He looks out over the damage he's caused, the bridges burned and trust betrayed, and struggles to change his ways. Can these dragons heal the wounds of the past--or do some things never change? UPDATES WEEKLY (usually Saturday-Monday)

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