At different corners of the universe, four dragons were dying.
They had all met their fates in different ways. Through self-sacrifice, through weakness, through strength, through inevitability. Some embraced their death, some fought it.
But there was no denying it.
And then . . .
A flash of light. And the four were suddenly standing in a mysterious marble room.
In front of them, a mysterious Astral stood.
"Greetings," it said, holding out a claw. "I am the Altist.
"As you can see, I have saved you from death. And I have a proposition for you. . ."

Hello! I'm Bez (pronouns he/they), a writer, artist, and chill dude.
A friend of mine convinced me to sign up for FR, and I love it! I've decided to use part my clan as an AU for a novel I'm writing, and I use the rest of it to tell new stories. So, lore abounds!
Enjoy your visit! Be safe, stay awesome, and remember there's love in the world. <3