History would remember me by many names.
Dragon Queen.
Cursebreaker.
The woman who bent fire to her will.
But the name I cherished most?
Survivor.
I had been executed once.
Betrayed once.
Reborn into a world that expected me to burn.
Instead, I burned brighter.
Not to destroy, but to illuminate.
As I stood beside Kael, watching the sun rise over a kingdom healed, I knew this truth:
Some stories begin with death.
Mine ended with choice.
And love.
The End