Apparently, there was.
Because Orien, with all his trembling might, kept trying to list everything he'd lost.
Little people. Different-colored blobs. A useless shack that only had a bed.
He wouldn't stop. Wouldn't stop pointing. Wouldn't stop shoving that rectangular device at him like Kael could resuscitate it through sheer dragon authority.
Because he was the dragon lord.
And if anyone could revive the dead, the child believed it'd be him.
Which was how, at 2 a.m., Dragon Lord Kael Dravaryn found himself standing in front of an even tinier shack, holding said rectangle between two fingers like it was both cursed and beneath him.
The source of the problem? That damn human.
The solution? Also, that damn human.
Apparently, Riley Hale had given Orien an entire world. One filled with fragile things that died too early.
Tsk.
