Somewhere in the darkness of ground, where no life can be found, a voice shatters the silence of the shadows…
“Ah yes, the power of a dragon, such a heavy, and unstable strength. One that can be morphed and molded, stretch and pulled, to take on many forms. But yet as in any great power, if not handled right, can completely corrupt the user. The might of such a creature surging and coursing through every part of their being until not a glimmer of what once was is left. Destroying everything they once knew and loved. Poor Clara, she doesn’t know. Oh and, the end is drawing so near, the game will soon be over. And there will be only one victor…”
Somewhere in the darkness of ground, where no life can be found, a voice shatters the silence of the shadows…
“Ah yes, the power of a dragon, such a heavy, and unstable strength. One that can be morphed and molded, stretch and pulled, to take on many forms. But yet as in any great power, if not handled right, can completely corrupt the user. The might of such a creature surging and coursing through every part of their being until not a glimmer of what once was is left. Destroying everything they once knew and loved. Poor Clara, she doesn’t know. Oh and, the end is drawing so near, the game will soon be over. And there will be only one victor…”
Somewhere in the darkness of ground, where no life can be found, a voice shatters the silence of the shadows…
“Ah yes, the power of a dragon, such a heavy, and unstable strength. One that can be morphed and molded, stretch and pulled, to take on many forms. But yet as in any great power, if not handled right, can completely corrupt the user. The might of such a creature surging and coursing through every part of their being until not a glimmer of what once was is left. Destroying everything they once knew and loved. Poor Clara, she doesn’t know. Oh and, the end is drawing so near, the game will soon be over. And there will be only one victor…”
Somewhere in the darkness of ground, where no life can be found, a voice shatters the silence of the shadows…
“Ah yes, the power of a dragon, such a heavy, and unstable strength. One that can be morphed and molded, stretch and pulled, to take on many forms. But yet as in any great power, if not handled right, can completely corrupt the user. The might of such a creature surging and coursing through every part of their being until not a glimmer of what once was is left. Destroying everything they once knew and loved. Poor Clara, she doesn’t know. Oh and, the end is drawing so near, the game will soon be over. And there will be only one victor…”
Uh-oh. . . O.O Clara, baby, watch out.
So does this mean you're going to continue this story?
