Ddraig was glad she wasn’t the rare sort of dragon who was gifted with a head full of hair. After all she’d been through in the past few weeks, Ddraig was sure said blessing would have been well and truly revoked by now. It felt like an eternity had passed as she'd waited in the hospital by the incubator, watching practically every move her frail hatchling inside had made, and doing everything she could to ensure that little Taelen wasn't in pain or in any danger. Every now and then he had let out a whimper or a squeal, or curled up on himself in the corner of the plastic as he tried to get as close to her as possible, and each time it had been a fresh stab to her heart. She had had to remind herself, constantly, that Taelen was in the best possible place. Of that she was sure. Avalaria’s hospital was the best in the Empire, and had access to some of the best medicine and medical technology the 22nd century could offer…and yet it all felt so sterile. It was supposed to be, but, despite
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After what had felt like hours of travel, Ddraig and her family had arrived at the foot of the hill that she'd once called home. Dafydd had come to help them all out of the car, and before they could say anything to them, Captains Sol and 'Emlyn' had taken flight and disappeared into the skies; evidently securing the perimeter for them. Elwynn, on the other hand, had bounded out of the car in excitement, and was happily exploring the area just around them, while at the same time, Eve, who had followed him, was pointing at various things that she'd seen the last time she was there to Olivia, who'd never been to Wales before.
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Ddraig was glad she wasn’t the rare sort of dragon who was gifted with a head full of hair. After all she’d been through in the past few weeks, Ddraig was sure said blessing would have been well and truly revoked by now. It felt like an eternity had passed as she'd waited in the hospital by the incubator, watching practically every move her frail hatchling inside had made, and doing everything she could to ensure that little Taelen wasn't in pain or in any danger. Every now and then he had let out a whimper or a squeal, or curled up on himself in the corner of the plastic as he tried to get as close to her as possible, and each time it had been a fresh stab to her heart. She had had to remind herself, constantly, that Taelen was in the best possible place. Of that she was sure. Avalaria’s hospital was the best in the Empire, and had access to some of the best medicine and medical technology the 22nd century could offer…and yet it all felt so sterile. It was supposed to be, but, despite
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The War of the Sekeolasian Succession - Part One
THE GREAT PLAGUE OF KORWIN "Another twenty [of the unwell] were brought to us for treatment today. Six of them died before first watch, and I believe just as many may not survive the night. I do not understand what we have done to displease the Just Lord [Ro'Imgodid], but I fear many deaths are still to come." - Master Healer Eidnár Somewhat fittingly for something that would cause so much pain and suffering, one of the origins of the infamous "War of the Sekeolasian Succession" lay in the Great Plague of Korwin, a devastating outbreak of influenza which struck the heart of the Kingdom of Sekeolath at the beginning of 1655. Most historians now believe that the sickness was brought to the seat of the Abelburben monarchs by one of several visiting trader trains during the 1654 Majakir festivities, but at the time, the denizens of Korwin believed it to be nothing less than divine intervention by the God Ro’Imgodid himself, who would traditionally send plagues whenever dragons upset the
Although Majakir was a purely draconic holiday, Alexander had never actually experienced it for himself until Ddraig and her family had become a part of his life. It took place a few days before Christmas itself, but the main festivities were similar enough; family members gathered around, fancy foods were cooked, presents were exchanged, et cetera. What made it unique, however, was the ‘Majakir Fire’; a small brazier that was a sort of cross between a Christmas Tree and a bonfire. Family members would ignite it at the start of the holiday, and then decorate the exterior with small and colourful elemental crystals that the flames