Dear reader, it has been a fair while since I started to write fanfiction again. I had not gotten the time to do so. Maybe inspiration has not struck me its usual prowess. A sudden interest in the subject had occurred recently when one sleepless night made it clear in my mind to reenact a hopeless love obsession. Do take note, dear reader, I wrote this story not with the beloved Daragon in mind. The course of this fanfiction does restrict me. It is of liberty to my dear reader to let their imagination go wild.

             To be truthful, all of the stories I have written were never about Daragon at first. However, Daragon had transformed them to be quite decent to fathom to some. Imperfect they may seem, they are very precious to me. Thus, if I do have any other stories to make. I will refrain the usage of their name per say, out of respect as I do have some elusive and often times lascivious connotations. This is moving forward, I believe.

          One should not restrain themselves from following other people’s misgiving or judgement. One should follow what inspires one. Dear reader, I can only hope for your open-mindedness and acceptance.

          With that being said, I wish you find the story to be pleasing with its flaws.

          Much love.