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[Primus] “Primus!” my mate’s voice calls out to me across a vast expanse. She is standing high above me, on a platform made of clouds. “Primus! Come find me!” I can feel her fear, taste her need for me even as the distance grows between us. She is mine again, I can sense her. And as much as I hate feeling her sorrow and terror, I am grateful I can feel anything at all. “Carnelia!” I stretch my arm, and as I do, the world shifts around me. This isn’t reality. I’m walking through the dreamscape, called by her voice. “You’re alive!” She nods, her words lost to weeping as she reaches down to grab my hand. But the distance is too great. She floats higher and higher, and no matter how much I stretch, our hands keep missing, our fingertips not quite touching. This is a dream. I can change dreams. Closing my eyes, I imagine my legs taller, my arms longer, my wings expanding, but as I try to lift off, to reach her, something keeps me grounded. Looking down, I find a collar clasp
[Carnelia]What happened next was quick, efficient, and emotionless, so rapid and unexpected that I didn’t see it coming until it was already too late. It was my mistake, assuming that just because Nyxt, who looked and sounded so much like Primus, was being kind to me, meant that he would honor my wishes or even ask for consent. That was a mistake. The last one I ever intend to make around these two unpredictable dragons. I felt something hit my spine rapidly at a point near the base of my skull. As I was turning to look at it, a Nyxt jammed something into my neck as Oaestr caught me. “Take her to confinement,” Nyxt’s voice seemed to be coming from further and further away as my vision tunneled. “You were right. Queen or not, Navigator or not, she is damaged. We need to help her heal.” I fought against the darkness, struggled to stay awake, but whatever new toxin they put into my bloodstream didn’t just paralyze me; it stole my consciousness. “Why is it taking so long?” Oaestr se
[Carnelia] “Who is Primus?” The tall drake’s face twisted towards me, his right eyebrow raised, wrinkling the brow of his black skin, the color of midnight. His eyes, flashing green, remind me of my mate’s, much like the sharp edges of his chin. Much like Oaestr is my mirror copy, features like mine with colors switched, the same could be said of this male in his perfectly pressed uniform. “Her mate,” Oaestr answers for us both, her lip curling in disdain. “She’s obviously broken. This navigator may need to be recommissioned. She seems to be suffering from delusions.” If his physical differences weren’t enough to convince me that this drake is NOT Primus, his gait, the way he moves and holds himself, is nothing like my beloved. When this drake steps forward, he glides towards me in a graceful, but lifted, airy manner that reminds me of the movement of clouds. Primus moves with the smooth elegance of footsteps grounded in the soil beneath his feet, rolling through his movements wit
[Carnelia] Last time I fell through the void, I was trying to find Primus through the link of love forged between us as mates. I had been following the cord of connection that binds us, but somewhere, in the darkness, I lost the trail. Maybe it’s because this body is so fresh, and unlike my last two incarnations, has never felt a physical connection. My mate has never touched this skin, caressed this flesh, nor lost himself inside my core. Our souls know one another; they always will, but this shell hasn’t tasted the salt of his skin. The connection isn’t deep enough. “Maybe I should focus on my children,” I say softly, reaching up to touch my earrings. But my fingers find nothing but smooth flesh, without a single trace of piercing. My fingers are also bare of the mating ring Primus had placed on my finger on the beach of Vatra Island on the night he claimed me as his wife and princess. My heart skips. They’re lost. Left behind with my corpse. How could I have missed them before
[Carnelia] I’m not the same drakaina I was when the magus struggled to instruct me on opening the void. I’m not even the same person who learned by her newly resurrected father’s side how to manipulate the shadows. I’ve been reborn for the second time since being torn from my mate. And I'm done waiting to be with him. I want to go home to our family. To him. “Now, if you please,” I wave my hand in her direction. “The starting point.” Tossing her robes aside, she reveals her arms to the elbow. As they are exposed to this green light, I notice that her forearms are dotted with more than scales and colored flesh–they are also lined with tattoos, symbols in void speech, in the same glowing ink as the gold-painted magi on the day of my “coronation.” Unlike their markings, which are repainted every day, hers are embedded within her skin, a part of her, ever fresh. Seeing my eyes on her arms, she smirks. “I see you didn’t rate receiving the circuitry. It doesn’t matter, you know. Onl
[Carnelia] It is impossible to know how long I’ve been waiting here, listening to the ramblings of this “Navigator,” standing on the precipice of a ruined city that she informs me isn’t just on the other side of our known universe, but in a dimension completely different from the one I was born in. “Your education is severely lacking,” she shook her head at me when she explained her understanding of traveling the void. “There are infinite potential worlds in infinite possible spaces. Sometimes it is the same world, but in different times, or different combinations of universal possibilities. The planet you were born to, Terra, is just one of many planet seeds discovered by our navigators. Of the most viable, it was chosen for its potential for easy adaptation and lack of intelligent competition for resources. Our offspring will only require minor modification to thrive there.” Struggling to understand, I had made the mistake of asking: “So, how many seed planets are there?” “That d







