I know starting a new story before I finish my other ones. Bad author bad.

In an country far beyond our own world. In a world of scales and tails, a white winter falls upon the land. Where snow freezes the earth to near unlivable conditions. Where a blizzard now sweeps the land. And in this storm a Black newly of age dragon collapses to the ground in a frozen heap. Though his body lay still, his red eyes watch the last sunset he'll ever gaze upon. The stars above his head create an almost eerie glow to the dying youngling. All seems peaceful till a single star breaks the hypnotic peace. Setting his eyes upon the falling star, he makes a wish. A single wish that'd set his soul in harmony eternally. A longing for someone to love him like he had set their world right by simple existing. A single tear fell through near frozen orbs. The fallen star glows with the light of a pure wish. A wish that sung a purity that has not been seen in an millennium. A wish that was to be granted. The dying dragons body lite with the magic of the star and in moments disappeared altogether. Only the lingering magic fell upon seemingly untouched ground.

Story is a total of 200 words *-* unfair. I meant for this to be longer but it turned out to be Quite short. So I owe you a few thousand worded chapters.

~ikki~