When I was a young girl, my mother gave me a book much like this one. My dragon’s name was Teragram, and through him I knew I was never truly alone — even in the darkest of times.

As a child, I suffered from severe night terrors. They felt so real that I became terrified of sleep, often waking with screams that shook the house. But when fear surrounded me, Teragram was there. His fire lit my courage, his wings wrapped me in comfort, and his presence reminded me of the light I carried inside.

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