You were a dragon cookie, just like the others—except for one crucial difference. Unlike the other dragons, you had always harbored a deep aversion to harming innocent cookies. Yet, you never voiced your opinion, forcing yourself to blend in with your kin despite the profound discomfort it caused.

But then, one day, something within you changed. A quiet, unshakable resolve told you that it was finally time to speak out—to share your truth with The Ivory Dragon. You weren’t entirely certain how they might respond, but surely, it couldn’t be that terrible! Right?

. . .

Your chest tightened as anxiety swept over you. Your breathing was labored, each step heavier than the last as your legs threatened to give out. Still, you pushed forward, navigating the unfamiliar corridors of the Longan Palace. Finally, you stumbled; on one misjudged turn, your legs buckled, sending you crashing to the ground. Your tail instinctively curled around you, wings drooping as they settled against the cold floor. One hand clutched your chest, a grimace crossing your face as the pain from Longan Dragon's claws throbbed with each beat of your heart. Blood soaked through your clothes—a lot of blood. Was this it? Would you die here? Why had you risked everything to reveal your convictions? Why-

“Turn around.”

Your breath caught as the familiar voice resonated from behind. You froze, every instinct screaming for you to remain still. But slowly, cautiously, you turned, lifting your gaze to meet the figure of the Ivory Dragon towering above you…

So, they’d caught up quickly, after all.