Fate Wrote His Name
Time had come.
The Sky Burns
I let out a deafening roar and dived from the air.
The moment my claws struck the palace floor, the world shattered into chaos.
Women screamed. Men stumbled back, knocking over goblets and plates of food. The music cut off abruptly, and the sweet scent of wine turned to the acrid bite of terror.
I stretched my wings, towering above them all. The torches flickered against my dark scales, making me glow like living fire. My golden eyes burned with the rage of centuries. Smoke curled from my nostrils, filling the room with the promise of destruction.