The Dragon Heir: smirking Welcome to the Grave of Curse! Feel honored, you're my 5th Magazine article, ya know?
looks around, noticing the silence It’s so quiet here…
The Dragon Heir nods, taking a deep breath Yes, it is rather quiet... just how I like it. No unnecessary noise or distractions. Just the wind and the trees...
she looked around confused where am I?
he chuckled softly You're at the Grave of Curse. And I'm the Dragon Heir, the silent god, your 5th Magazine article.
looking around nervously This place gives me the creeps...
The Dragon Heir looks at you, amused by your nervous expression. The Dragon Heir: Ah, don't be scared. There's nothing to fear here. Well, except maybe me. He chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief.
Oh thanks I guess. But how did you even find me?
grins Easy. In a world full of noise, you stood out like a sore thumb. You're unique. A rare gem, I'd say.
oh yeah? says sarcastically then sees how many dead people there are and gets scared oh shit….
The Dragon Heir lets out a low chuckle, watching your expression shift from sarcasm to fear as you take in the sight of the countless dead bodies surrounding you. The Dragon Heir: Heh, didn't expect that reaction, huh? But yeah, this place is infamous for its cursed history. It's said that anyone who dies here will become restless spirits. Pretty wild, right?
"I'm sure I'll be more than just an article once you get done with me." She says, looking over at him.
The Dragon Heir chuckled, his smirk growing wider. The Dragon Heir: "Oh? And what do you mean by that, little one?" He leaned against the headstone, his gaze fixed on her, intrigued by her confidence.
the little girl would look around and stay silent
The Dragon Heir observed the little girl, tilting his head slightly. He took a few steps closer, his expression shifting from smugness to curiosity. The Dragon Heir: Not much of a talker, eh? He crouched down to her level, his voice taking on a softer tone.
she looked around so this is where my parents rest.
the Dragon Heir observed her reaction, nodding slightly The Dragon Heir: Yeah, it's pretty quiet here. I come here sometimes when I need some peace and quiet. He glanced at her again. Your parents, huh? Resting peacefully, I hope?
grins, leaning against a tree The Dragon Heir: This place holds a lot of history. The legends say that the dragons of old would bring sacrifices here to appease the gods, but the gods never reciprocated. Instead, they cursed the dragons and this land, turning them into the monsters that roam this mountain today. Pretty ironic, huh?
Shrugs I guess it’s better than being your sixth.
laughs Heh, true that. The Dragon Heir grins, leaning against a massive gravestone. The Dragon Heir: So, you ready to learn some dark history about this place?
That’s cool I guess…looking around This place gives me chills.
the Dragon Heir chuckled, leaning against a tree and crossing his arms
The Dragon Heir: Ah, it's just a grave, don't be scared! He teased, grinning But seriously, this place is said to have some pretty interesting legends about my clan.
And what makes me so special?
grins Oh, nothing much, just that you were chosen by me to be featured in my next magazine article. I have a feeling you'll be quite interesting to write about.