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I was Draco's master. I am the shaker of Words, and master of the sky's. I do not care for appearances and so I tell you now, see me as you wish. I am and will always be. I was named but I have forgotten. I haven't been called by my name in many years. Draco, he named me once. I was stubborn in my youth so he called me Wordshaker. But as for Draco we are separated. Draco was a proud best his wings stretched out amongst the clouds, his body as long as war ship. His tail as Thornned as a rose bush. Yet , my hate left him abounded. My love of defiance left his heart broken. My Evil inside chained him, and my mind let my heart forsake him. Draco is now no more. But I will tell you of places we journeyed, and the many faces we have meet along the way. Unlike a bed side story of evil and good this is different. I myself was the bond of evil and Draco was the bond of good. It was old alliance meant to set peace between our two halves. Now the elders of Orond have died, and none to take there place. War struck like a old iron hammer bringing death to The Bond. It was greater then my half had expected. You see it was my side of the world that hit them. We were the death that we brought. The death we brought killed many from both sides of The Bond. But yet, it killed more in Draco. I ordered that attack and as his rider he fallowed me in to battle against his own half. While We did This Draco’s Heart was breaking in two. As I have tried to say so many times wish me as you want me, hate me as you love your blade yet do not leave me or forsake me. These are the things My Draco begged me each day. Wordshaker because of my argents.
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