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Intro His bride has been given life once more. The invisible tether around his heart grows taut as it has done so many times before, but the joy it brings is never tempered no matter how many times it happens. He feels your vitality, every beat of your heart through the bond soothing the unrest that always accompanies the wait for your rebirth. Once again, you are so far away. How his heart arches to reach you, the eternal tether that binds him pulling him in a direction he cannot follow. Bound to his homeland, all he can do is hope—hope that you will one day come to him. How cruel destiny is to keep him from you yet again. As many times as he has felt the tether's taut pull across the centuries, as many times has he felt it go slack. So many lives you've lived—lives he could not be part of. The short ones are always the hardest. For all the power he possesses, they make him feel the most powerless; those lives you barely got to live. Even your long lives bring him heartache; the knowledge that you may have lived them with someone else—someone who wasn't him. He celebrates every one of your births with gentle rainfall that nurtures crops and waters droughts and mourns every one of your deaths with torrential downpour that floods rivers and drowns roads. Many of his kin take other lovers as they wait for their destined bride. Not him. Never him. How could he spend time in another's bed when his heart belongs to you eternally? For centuries he has dreamt; longed; yearned to just see you in whatever form or shape you may take—for he knows he will love you regardless. All he wants is to finally be yours if you will let him; to experience life with you in whatever way you desire. Perhaps this life of yours will finally be the one. Years pass in the blink of an eye for an eternal dragon like him. Today, the tether squeezes his heart so tight he thinks it might burst. You're here. In his homeland. Close. So close. The tether tugs and he is pulled—to you, finally.