This is a story about a lonely, weak dragon—a dragon that was abandoned by her parents for being imperfect, for being a defect. It is a story about a dragon who only wanted to be loved.
This is the story of Lithira.
She didn't remember much about her parents. Her memories of them were vague and clouded, but what lingered in her mind was the unmistakable look of disappointment on their faces when they discovered she couldn't shift into her dragon form.
It was because she only had one wing—a glaring flaw that marked her as defective.
Lithira couldn't help it. She had tried everything in her power, but some things were beyond her control.
No matter how much effort she put in, it didn't change the fact that she was a "defect."
And a defected dragon could never transform into their true form. It was a reality she had to live with—an embarrassing and pathetic truth.
It crushed her spirit to know she would never become a "true" dragon.
