(Script and Story by Prince_Borgon)

How much are you willing to sacrifice for others?
It's said a dragon could live forever, even after shattering his soul into pieces, but it's not so for everyone.

Memories, fragments of past experiences and dreams mix together.
As kids we are afraid of things that we consider childish as adults, but that in some ways tend to repeat themselves over time, perhaps in other forms.
And they lead us to doubt what we know, and to reconsider our past choices.

A young dragon, not even a prince yet. His life force is strong, but not his self-control, nor his judgment.
A young enchantress, not yet skilled enough to be considered a magician in all respects. She doesn't possess a great power, but has all the control necessary to slightly bend the laws of fate to her will.

Together, they commit to save what can be saved.
Sir Cordiale is seriously injured, his life is hanging by a thread, and like the flame of a candle almost completely consumed, he doesn't have much time left before going out.
Silva cannot regenerate his body, she doesn't yet know a spell powerful enough to heal a dying hare.
But by drawing power from Borgon's life force she maybe can do something to prevent his soul from disappearing into the ether. And so she tries to turn him into something that will stand the test of time, although the result can't be considered something alive.

And while the last breaths leave the still warm corpse of the one who was a mentor, a trusted confidant, almost an adoptive uncle, the young dragon and the young vixen hold their hands and stay close together, waiting for fate to be fulfilled, in good or bad luck.
Until all that remains to echo in the dark room, apart from the faint sound produced by dim wavering flames and the soft summer breeze that blows from the semi-open windows, are nothing more than agitated sighs, sobs, whispered prayers.
And everything, slowly, fades into silence...