Finally achieving what had always needed to be done, he finally regained what his tribe had lost. No more enemies to fight. No more threats to be afraid of. His powers truly being able to be mastered only by him, finally under control. His own self, to be crowned a leader to the last of his dragonfolk. With Cloudleap at his side, would it finally be done? Would his testing journey truly be over? After all he's had to do to become in this moment? He recollects in his dreams of how much he's lost- both his parents and dragons he knew when he was just a dragonet. Heavy is his crown now, wearing it as an eternal responsibility. Not just for himself, but for his new kingdom. Perhaps too heavy, crippling under the pressure of this newfound duty. He was used to being free to roam, most accustomed to running and hiding in his earlier days, now he is chained to his kingdom. Is he capable of even doing this job right? Would he fail his people? Endless trails of thoughts creating his helm of not only responsibility, but control of all the lives of the dragon's under him. If only his parents were here now, maybe he would have had more of a fighting chance in the end...
