Long before kingdoms rose and fell, before they became rulers feared across the land, the Astra Brotherhood knew a pixie. Bright. Loud. Impossible to ignore. She was a flicker of light in a world that had not yet hardened them. And then— she vanished. No trace. No explanation. Just gone. Centuries passed. Empires changed. The dragons learned to live without the warmth they barely remembered. Until the night she returns. Left at their doorstep in a gilded cage like an offering—or a warning. But t

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