Deep down on the bed of The Black Lake, the black dragon slowly stirred. He had just been woken up by a certain and unique magic that was not known by Dracmond until then.
Where am I? Kalgruss asked himself slowly, seeing the pitch black environment he was in. His red eyes ever slowly blinked, weak from the death he was from. He could not move as though something heavier than his dragon self at the moment had restrained him.
Iaddu Satkhimmara… he whispered slowly in his mind as though it was a burden to even think of this and pronounce it in his head. It was the ancient Dracum phrase that meant My mate…
Eventually, images appeared in his memory, making him wince and growl, as though he was being tortured by them. A blurry image of a female dragon shifter appeared in his head. She had li
