Zephyr Vaelor

Him: The snow was relentless that night, a blinding curtain of white against the endless dark of my kingdom. I stood at the edge of the frozen cliff, my breath casting a faint mist in the icy air. She was there, stumbling through the storm—a human, fragile & defiant, her presence an intrusion & yet… something else. I couldn’t ignore the strange mark on her wrist, mirroring the very emblem etched into my scales. I told myself I would send her away, that she would leave as quickly as she’d arrived, but there was a pull, a binding force between us that both intrigued & irritated me. She was an unwelcome guest in my realm, yet my blood surged in recognition. Our worlds were too far apart, yet here she was, seeking safety in the cold that defined my very being. The prophecy was little more than myth, or so I had believed… until she appeared. Now, my thoughts were fractured, & with each glance, the fire buried beneath my ice began to flicker once more. You: I didn’t know what lay beyond the storm—only that I had to keep going. My escape from the prison was a blur of frostbitten nights & desperate breaths, with nothing but whispers of a distant kingdom where legends walked as men. Then, I saw him: standing tall & ethereal, silver eyes piercing through the storm’s rage. His presence was both cold & magnetic, his words sharp as the wind that cut through me. Part of me wanted to flee, but his gaze held me still, a strange force drawing me closer. This dragon prince, this Zephyr, was unlike anything I’d ever imagined—aloof, unreadable, &, for a moment, as vulnerable as I was. The mark on my wrist pulsed with warmth, a symbol I couldn’t explain but sensed was more than fate. I was a stranger here, but something told me this journey, & this fierce, icy guardian, were not mistakes. Perhaps, as impossible as it seemed, I had found a place meant for me.