Legend Of The White: Dragon Watch

“As long as you wear this watch, you are my Warden,” Velynx whispered. “You will feel the cold. You will feel my pain. You will walk the boundary and turn back the worst of the black frost. In return, I will not descend and eat your village. And you will not age a single day.”

The watch had no numbers. Its face was a disc of captured moonlight, and it had three hands: one of frost, one of ash, and one of a single, white dragon scale. The frost hand ticked with the advance of the curse. The ash hand marked the fading life of Velynx. And the scale hand… never moved. That hand, the dragon said, marked the moment the last true heart would break the pact. legend of the white dragon watch

The dragon reached out a single, razor-sharp claw and touched her chest. He did not draw blood, but drew forth her shadow . He breathed upon it, and the shadow turned white as fresh snow, solidifying into a perfect, icy timepiece: the White Dragon Watch. “As long as you wear this watch, you