He smiled—a boy’s smile, buried under eighty years of war and love and loss. “Will you remember me?”
“For saying you were nothing.” A tear slid down his temple. “You were… everything.” Maquia When the Promised Flower Blooms -2018- B...
He closed his eyes.
A baby. Wrapped in a bloodied cloth, his tiny fists clenched against a world that had already abandoned him. He smiled—a boy’s smile, buried under eighty years
Then came the crimson dragon—the Renato—shattering the peace. Its roar tore the sky, and with it came the armored knights of Mezarte, desperate to capture the last of the ancient bloodlines. They wanted the Iorph’s immortality, their ageless bodies, to graft onto their dying king. He smiled—a boy’s smile