Excerpt:
Tyrannical Mirror
The unknown ship crashed against the dead shore of a lake. The impact tore through the wasteland’s stillness: a metallic roar, scattered fire, and a tremor that churned the mud. They were far from the castle, in a lifeless place. Only crumbling ruins, a ghost city rotting upright, no animals, no birds, nothing. The silence of a graveyard.
Shin’s ship descended beside it, followed by the brutal landing of Dragon Darius, whose colossal body shook the ground. Rain fell thick, drumming against his black scales.
Shin leapt from her ship and ran toward the downed fighter without a second thought for anything but the pilot. Black smoke swallowed it from the tail, and the windshield glowed with heat. She forced the canopy with nails and raw strength until the glass gave way and shattered. Then she saw.
The scream that ripped from her throat threw her backward; she clawed at the mud to keep from collapsing.
“Shin!” Darius roared, approaching with steps that sank the earth.
The dragon lowered his enormous skull to the cockpit, sniffing, staring. Inside, unconscious over the controls, lay… herself. But not. It was Shin, yet with silver hair and armor bearing the emblem of the ancient Exquemano Empire.
“Uncle…” Shin whispered, voice breaking. “What… does this mean?”
“I don’t know… this is…” Darius’s deep voice wavered, something rare in him.
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