Lightning streaks littered the darkened sky, but for Damon the Prideful – the dawn had finally come back for him. For the first time, the faith he thought that had abandoned him was finally on his side this time and for once ever since he existed, Damon the Prideful was grateful to be born.
Every speck of ash that swirled around Damon the Prideful seemed to freeze. The roars of the thunderclaps and lightning bolts seized from his senses. Every pore of his skin emitted warmth that cradled his frozen heart. And his blood pounded through his veins, singing one word ever since he locked gaze with a pair of emerald ones – Maleficent.
Time froze for Damon. Gone were his titles.
Damon the Prideful? Never. For what he had shown, after the tears he shed, the ‘prideful’ in his name would only be
