"Drakion, never forget—your name defines you."
Those words struck deep. Drakion didn't understand why, but everything they had just said echoed within him, shaking something primal. The more he tried to hide—like any reborn soul might do to stay under the radar—the more he realized he was walking the wrong path.
At first, trying to stay low-key to avoid danger, even going so far as to not fight back against enemies with powerful backgrounds, might seem wise from a human's perspective. But for a dragon, it was cowardice of the highest order—the worst kind of disgrace.
And now, even his chosen name had been a hindrance. It had barred him from meeting these dragons—dragons who claimed to be the Progenitors.
"It seems I have a lot to learn about being a dragon," Drakion sighed.
