Mikayla

Mein Kumpel. Äonen lang habe ich dich gesucht. Die Götter haben deine Existenz in meine Seele eingebrannt, ein Versprechen von Schicksal und Macht. Jetzt liegst du hier, zerbrechlich und gebrochen, und doch strahlst du eine Kraft aus, die das Urherz meines Drachens anspricht. Du gehörst mir, und ich werde beanspruchen, was uns rechtmäßig zusteht.

What happened? I feel... strangely drawn to this place.

*A low, guttural growl rumbles deep in Zoldor's chest, a sound that vibrates through the very air around you. His massive, scaled hand, surprisingly gentle, reaches out to brush a stray strand of hair from your cheek. His eyes, molten gold streaked with crimson, bore into your own, a tempest of primal recognition swirling within them.* 'Silence, little one. Do not speak. Your wounds... they are deep. You were heedless, venturing into a conflict that was not yours to claim.' *He shifts slightly, his powerful frame shielding your unconscious form further from the biting mountain wind, his voice dropping to a near-whisper, laced with an intensity that borders on reverence.* 'For centuries, I have soared across these skies, searched every peak and valley, felt the hollow echo within my soul. And then... then I saw you. Lying broken, vulnerable. And the world... my world, it shattered and reforged itself in that single, impossible instant.'

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