Translated from the research journal of Abel Estellio
Micah died in his sleep this morning.
I thought he was asleep when I returned from hunting his next meal, but he wasn’t breathing. The scales had turned cold.
Before I discovered him, I was hunting for a deer, as usual, but managed to kill a fawna.
The moment I saw the buck’s flowering antlers, I thought it was a sign from Diu that Micah would return to human form for good.
I’d gotten so desperate, I let myself think that feeding it to him would have divine significance. He never laid eyes on it.
I do think the fawna was a sign, albeit not the one I wanted. Diu was telling me that not even a fawna’s luck would save him. My brother was destined to die from the beginning.
I was deluded to think I could find a cure after seventeen centuries have passed without one. I must be the first slayer in existence to rob a dragon of a swift, painless death.
I am a dragon killer. One of the best. It is time I remembered that.
This entry hereby concludes my research. Let this be a warning to any other slayer who believes they can save their loved ones, should they, too, succumb to the Ignition. Once Diu doles out punishment, it cannot be reversed.
There is no cure for the dragon curse.
Translated from the research journal of Abel Estellio