In the desolate and barren South, an empire is always in turmoil. The Empire of Dragons. Majestic and mystical beings, dragons possess a great power that is both astonishing and terrifying. Their voracious flames devour all life in their path. A decade-long conflict between the North and South was ignited by a story that had been long forgotten. A legend born in the dawn of time. The dragons, once ferocious, were now miserable creatures, cursed with a heart of stone, suffering the agony of eternal cold. The torment eats away at their very essence, both body and soul. Even Irish, was no exception. Nightmares slowly gnawed at his sanity as time passed. Overwhelmed by despair, Irish sought a flicker of hope, a release from his suffering. The moment their eyes met, the world around him seemed to tilt on its axis. A delicate, ethereal creature, its pristine white fur as soft as cloud fluff, carried a sweet, airy fragrance, offered solace to his weary soul. The journey of a fragile soul through a chaotic world, searching for the radiant light of peace. [slowburn, mid-angst, violence]