Translated from the research journal of Abel Estellio
After the Ignition this morning, I stuck the daggers back in the dragon’s vertebrae. I expected to restart my experiments with a healthy specimen.
The opposite occurred.
He’s even more lethargic in dragon form than the last time.
I hunted deer for him to eat, but he doesn’t touch them.
He won’t breathe fire when I unchain his muzzle or beat him on the mouth.
The only part of him that acknowledges my existence is his eyes, in the rare moments that he moves them at all.
At night, the owl constellation consumes his attention span. Perhaps the Gods’ War is at the root of this behavior. Diu is at war against Noctu, after all.
Ultimately, it does not matter. We’ve reached a breaking point.
I reviewed my records of the dragon’s vital signs.
According to this rate of decline, Diu’s magic will run out within the next thirty-six hours.
I wanted to avoid a gamble on my brother’s life, but the choice is no longer mine.
This time frame will determine whether he lives or dies.
Diu help me. Help Micah. Prayer is all I have now.
Translated from the research journal of Abel Estellio