((I've been meaning to put this together for some time, but it's been nearly impossible. Try as I might, I couldn't come up with a strong structure as to how the story should be told. Ultimately, I decided to do something crazy, throw structure out the window, and show the story as Maekrux is currently seeing it, which is somewhere between haunted and post traumatic stress.

Towards the end, the reader will probably get confused, which is precisely how Mae is feeling. This is due to his Istarian life merging and running onto his memories, his fears, horrors, all the things that happened in the past. I've managed to keep that *mostly* chronological though... so, uh. Good luck~))

Maekrux was a noble dragon. What is he now? He no longer knows himself.

His soul was tugged. He felt it call to him, across untold distance of space and time. The promise he made to the Blue Aspect would not go unfulfilled, for Maekrux was a dragon that never went back on his word.

This is the story of his bitter promise.