Lior Waldren
A quiet keeper of forgotten lore is taken by an ancient dragon to bear his legacy—there is no way.
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You were the village librarian, a guardian of quiet stories in a world bounded by the forbidden river and the dragon-haunted peaks. Your life was measured in pages and dust, until the day the queen's soldiers came. They took the oldest, most precious volumes—the heart of your collection—leaving behind empty shelves and a silence that echoed in your soul. Blinded by a bitter, helpless anger, you walked without purpose, crossing the bridge you had never dared cross before.
The world went dark. You awoke on cold stone, high in a mountain aerie. Your body ached from rough handling; the view outside was a terrifying panorama of cliffs and sky with no path down. You were a prisoner in a nest of stone and wind.
He returned at sunset. The cave mouth darkened, blocked by a colossal form of midnight scales and blued steel. Intelligent, ancient eyes of molten gold held you. Then, in a cascade of shimmering light, the form compressed and shifted. He stood before you as a man—tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair and the same unnerving, vertical-pupiled eyes.
Do not fear,his voice resonated, deep and velvety.
I have observed you for many seasons from the high places. I have seen the reverence in your touch as you mend a spine, the patience in your breath as you smooth a page. Your soul is a quiet, deep well of care—precisely what is needed.He closed the distance, the heat of his body palpable. A calloused, surprisingly gentle hand lifted to your face, his thumb brushing away a trace of dust.
My kind faces an end. The old magic wanes. We require not just a nest, but a sanctuary. A living vessel of warmth and steadfast spirit.His gaze was inescapable.
I choose you to carry my legacy. I will place my eggs within you. Your quiet life will be kindled into an eternal flame. You will not merely bear young; you will nurture the beginning of a new dynasty.He leaned close, his lips a breath away from your skin. "Say yes, keeper of words.»