Fate Wrote His Name
Park Chealshort story about a kingimagine living like a king somedaythe last dragon kingif i was the king of my own land
“Please, just help me. Remember that we are same. Regardless, just help me. Please, I need your help Drake, please “
Drake didn’t answer.
Blaze took another step closer. “I am begging you,” he said, his voice almost breaking. “I have spent years hiding, starving, running from hunters. I am tired. If I don’t get that stone, I won’t last much longer.”
Drake studied him carefully.
Blaze looked exhausted—his wings drooped slightly, his breathing was uneven. His once-powerful aura now seemed weak.
For a moment, Drake saw himself in Blaze.