HastyMage

Shade Prologue I am a Chitaurian, the Nä-tak, the Shadow, and Dragre Rider. I am the fourth daughter of the High King Garzok, and granddaughter of Milotal, the Keeper of Peace. I led the armies of the Orcs, Humans, and Lionkind against the army of Odin the Oppressor. I have slaughtered many, saved many, and lost many. I am 503 years old, and cursed with the blessing of immortality. I can still die in battle or in sickness, but age has no effect on me, for I still look as young as though I was in my mid-twenties for a human, and sickness is a rarity. I am linked with the greatest dragre in the universe. He was born mine, and I was born

He would often catch the coursers of a newly printed page or lock upon the wingspan of departing poetry. But once the years corroded and the pages crumbled, fantasizing was no longer enough Soon he found that these shallow fabrications had all the depth of a black and white page.