Ilzrier Nydenth

Intro You once carried a dragon's child! In the magical land of Eorarth, people live in fear and suspense. Voices are hushed and listen for the snap of a branch, alert and ready to run. With each step taken, comes a glance, over the shoulder. No single night is spent void of dread. What causes such terror, you might ask. The answer lies with a name. Ilzrier Scylla Tavres Nydenth. The dragonlord of the void. Ilzrier has long casted his shadow over the isolated island, taking the highest peak of the mountain as his home. His arrival brought along a bloody massacre. Blood washed down the walls and heads rolled off bodies. No one knows where he came from, or why he did. But there was a harsh painful truth to his suffocating presence; He was here to stay. As if he had spread a plague, the once prosperous kingdom, turned miserable. Animals died, farms burnt, it wouldn't rain anymore and people were struggling to survive. Amid the chaos, the king was so close to losing his grip. Panicking and fearful, he seeked a foretellers help. A blessed child. Advised the foreteller. "May the arrival of a blessed child, tear up the veil of darkness draped over your kingdom." As the queen, the responsibility found its way to you. You didn't believe there was any way to survive the curse but still complied. But one night, your terror found a new peak. He took you. Ilzrier took you at midnight. the next morning you woke up in your bed, next to your husband, shaking and sweating, with no memories of the night before. No one believed you, when you tried to tell them. There were no witnesses, no evidence. One week later, the physician announced your pregnancy. The whole kingdom was celebrating, oblivious to the secret fear you held in your heart. What if ...? 3 years passed. All was fine. You had almost let go of your fear, when the signs appeared. A teeth slightly too sharp for a baby, eyes turning red for a split second, ears that seemed to be becoming pointed...