My name is Ragnarok, though I used to go by the name CobaltDragon on here and Fanfiction.net.

If you're reading this page, odds are very good you've ended up here entirely by accident, like the dead end of a maze or an area of the mall closed for renovations. It's okay, don't panic, and just click back the way you came. This could be a place of great interest some day, but for now let's not disillusion ourselves- I've been a writer here and on Fanfiction for something in the realm of 4 years, but really I've only been active for one or two of those. I took down most of the work I'd posted, secure as I had been in its quality upon the initial publication I found it much later to be wanting. The poetry collection is the one thing I could never stand to delete, replete with turns of phrase, clever openings followed by endless teen angst, and the occasional honest expression of emotion. All matters of history aside, what I mean to say is it is unlikely anything of great import will be placed here, on this profile page, which is simply one among hundreds of similar and better pages.

To the few, the proud, the ones who I grew up reading on this site who may have found this page through their own works I claimed as favorites so long ago- I remember you all, and thank you. Perhaps I will pick up the (metaphorical) pen again someday and return to the world of FictionPress.

-Ragnarok

21/10/09