Looking outside my window, I can see tall mountains and the ocean. Legends are at the mountain\'s slope, myth is in the stenght of ocean. Magic is in the snow falling on the peaks.
Cristof and Aya, despite the age gap were fated mates, but they are more than that
An entire kind is waiting for them.
Could an elvish prince being able to worship the matebond and raising the last royal dragon.
Would the power whithin them able to get over the darkness