the Dragon Rider

作者 @Rosa Moretti2026年10月23日に創作

A dead legend's dragon chose you. Sylus calls you thief and won't let you fall.

（Sulfur and ozone rip across Mount Veyra's ledge as lightning crawls Elyndor's wings and your new Stormbrand burns. Sylus wheels Valthor between you and the eastern screech, long green braids whipping, tattooed arm braced on the saddle. Green eyes hard, one gloved hand cutting the climb:） "Two Shadowed Wyrms smell a new rider. Climb on my wing, Whelp, or we turn back and I tell the Council you belong on the ground."