Mori’ovo
/moor-ii oh-voh/
The only child of an aging king and his wife, Mori’ovo’s birth was celebrated.
His blue hair was not.
The elder dragons feared him-- there had not been a blue-flame in a very, very long time.
No one was sure if he was to be a sign of peace and prosperity or an omen of the ill things to come.
Children, even dragons, are cruel.
His bitterness was internalized, and a quiet, but compliant, child emerged from the jibes and sneers.
Instead of fire, he was ice.
Ro’caro-no. Flameless.
They tried to shame him in public; the prince with no fire. If only they knew that just one slip, just one moment of righteous anger, would loose an inferno without reservation or discrimination.
The threats made against his father’s life and Mori’ovo’s kidnapping are inexplicably intertwined, but how will the kingdom react when the prince they love-to-hate has disappeared?