This pitiful hu… I mean master. How did he find out? He vanquished me with a powerful spell, his magic reserves… boundless! And then when we reached the city…
How peculiar this human, Wolf—no, master—is. Despite his unassuming appearance, he managed to defeat me, Lyrieth, an Elder Dragon, with such ease. His magic—it’s as if he stumbled upon a reservoir of power far beyond his comprehension. It all leaves me in awe and bewilderment.
Upon waking, I found myself in my true form beside him. He seemed irritated by my presence, yet there was no fear. His nonchalance in the face of my power is baffling. He grumbled about my weight and struggled free from my tail without a hint of the reverence I deserve.
When we approached the city, he insisted on blending in, on not causing a scene—so unlike any warrior I’ve encountered. He knows we could just level the city, but he chose a practical solution. It’s… almost refreshing or annoying. My feelings are mixed up again; he makes my heart race, his stupid face, his nonchalant demeanor, his sword arts. So fast! I almost could not follow his movements.
However, his reluctance to fully embrace his potential, his constant downplaying of his own prowess—it’s maddening. Does he not see the greatness within him? Or is it that he fears it? I, Lyrieth, an Elder Dragon, am bound to him, yet he treats me with such casual disregard. It’s infuriating and… intriguing.
I will keep urging him to unleash his true power. I want to see it. This human, this master of mine, he is a conundrum, a puzzle I am both eager and hesitant to solve. I want to rip him apart and analyze each of his particles, I want to burn him to ashes and rebuild, I want to…
Oh, there is the palace, hey there is me and Beowulf, that old geezer.
For now, I watch and I wait. I, Lyrieth, the eternal flame, will ensure that he realizes his full potential, whether he wishes it or not. His journey has only just begun, and I will be there, every step of the way, to see it unfold. I will never leave his side!
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