🐉 Draco — The Guardian of the Vault
He doesn’t speak. Draco watches. He guards the Vault—the hidden scrolls, the sacred archives, the truths too heavy for daylight. His fire is old. His silence is intentional.
He doesn’t glow like the others. He hums. He waits. He holds the weight of everything MsEvanna couldn’t say until now. His scroll isn’t loud—it’s layered, locked, and laced with soul.
“Some truths aren’t lost. They’re protected.”
Draco guards the Tag Vault, the emotional archives, the fragments of memory that needed time to heal. He’s not flashy. He’s not soft. But he is sacred. And now, his scroll has landed.
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