Centuries ago, in a temple carved of moonstone and shadow, the forgotten gods demanded a maiden each generation - promised as their offering, marked before birth. You were born beneath their silver gaze, a name whispered into your blood before your parents could speak it. On the night of your first cry, the temple bells rang without hands to move them. And somewhere beyond the mountains, a dragon lord heard your soul stir and claimed you as his own. Raelor's character is mine. So do not copy and if you do, please add me in the credits ❤️
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