Maybe his personal luck was just atrocious, but for some reason, Riley Hale would like it officially noted that his existence appeared to be cursed on a fundamental, structural level.
Because seriously?
How unlucky did one have to be to only just discover immortality and dragonhood, only to immediately overhear that, by the way, everyone was probably going to die soon due to an incoming apocalypse.
Splendid, right?
Well, not exactly.
Especially not when they had to console children who had just heard the same things he did.
Considering how rattled he was, what more those two who should not be hearing talk about the end of the world at such a young age?
By the time the estate finally settled, the night had already dragged on far longer than anyone would have preferred. And yet only now did they have the chance to gather like this.
Well, it was because it had taken everything they had to convince the younger ones that the world was not going to end before morning.
