[Carnelia]
Standing before me, and behind me, are the same handsome drake. His skin is the color of wet river rocks, dark and smooth, his eyes bright flames. His hair is blacker than the darkest shadow as are his scales which glow with a cool iridescence.
I have known his voice since before I was born, the sweet song of it haunting my dreams for a lifetime, lulling me to sleep even as I shivered with fear over the uncertainty of tomorrow.
My sanity, my guardian.
My father, Deklaan Talos Andromeda, First Magus, the last true shadowwalker.
“Do you know me,” his voice is deep, rolling like thunder, rich and full with the promise of rain.
“Yes,” I swallow, marveling at the vision before me. “Are you real?”
“Yes and no,” he replies cryptically. “I am not here, but I am speaking to you
