An aging Aleksandra walked towards the looming figure in front of her. His wings were outspread, blocking out the sun setting behind him. In her arms, she carried a young child. In the distance, the agonizing screams of his parents were richocheting across the valley. The child looked up at Aleksandra, eyes trusting and he grabbed her curly hair and began sucking on it. Her eyes softened and her resolve almost gave way. The angel spoke, "give me the dragon child and the potion is yours, all your people will live an eternity." "What...whats going to happen to him?" She whispered as she brushed her hand across his beautifully soft emerald skin.
"He will be terminated and the dragonborn will die out. As direct descendants of the angels, they are the only tribe with enough power, strength and
