I must have had spent about a couple of weeks in the Dragon Kingdom. My days passed between playing with Damian, falling everytime for his many tricks, going to the infirmary to collect and test samples with Marcus. Then coming back to my room and sulking in front of the mirror. However over the last couple of days, I was able to channelise this on to the paper equivalent of the Dragon Realm. The Scrolls as they called it were made from the barks of the Memory Tree. It had the capability to jot down the thoughts a person wanted to convey , then effectively narrate it to the one it was conveyed to. No need to learn to read or write. It was so simple. I was in awe. I was addicted. I kept on scribbling this and that with my mind's pen, untill I almost had a house full of it. I hardly got to see Draco. He was busy with his state affairs. I was used to living alone. I was used to loneliness but somehow, the insides of the Harem never felt really welcoming. So that night, I decided I w
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