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13 • LARICE
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2024-10-29 19:42:56LARICE WHITEWIND SHOULD NOT WASTE HER TIME for this weird guy approaching her. She needed to head on her way now or else the dragon hunters from Shavath might arrive to catch her. But here she was.
His forest-green eyes and blond hair shone even brighter as he stepped out into the sunlight. “I am Estevan de Alion.” He offered his hand to her with a warm smile. Although Larice was tall, he still stood a little higher than her.
Larice did nothing but glare at his hand, then back to his face. “You’re foreign. Where’d you come from?” she said.
“My lady, I’m from Celestia, the highlands of knowledge and wisdom,” Estevan replied while fixing his hair, blown by the sea breeze.
“Celestia?” She stormed her brows as she tried to recall where she had heard the name before.
“Yes … In fact, I’ve come a long way to get here. My country lies from the northe
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Thunder clapped through the rain clouds as the swarm of dragons stormed down into the palace. Their loud screeches echoed amidst the night sky, their wings folded to pierce through the air and speed up their fall like meteors raining chaos upon the land.Raeherys found the scorpions and archers all facing south. These foolish humans indeed hadn’t expected their surprise attack, he thought.When the dark sound of the bell rang from the palace tower below, Myrdin called out to all his brethren in their dragon forms. “Now! Wipe out those defenses!”And so the battle began …Rain poured heavily, so the dragons couldn’t breathe fire. They had to use their physical strength—their claws, tails, and razor teeth to destroy those weapons and archers above the curtain walls and towers of the Sun Palace.As Raeherys and Myrdin landed over the highest roof, carrying Larice and Estevan—the rest of
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Larice stood, gazing at the night sea with the waves trying to touch her feet. Her black hair danced with the strong rhythm of the breeze. In a few hours—the red dawn would finally come to paint the skies with blood and chaos. She believed it signified the end … but what end?The end of the dragon realm?The end of the Empire?Or the end of their lives?Larice mesmerized at the ends of the horizon while reflecting if they could survive the red dawn … or not. The odds were completely against them as they lacked in numbers and strength. Little chances they had, she knew. But they’re still gambling on it, since this would be their last chance to save everyone. She found herself remembering Faran. She promised she would return to the inn to live with them … but that promise was already walking on a tight rope; she feared.“Are you alright?” Estevan came and stopped beside her, facing t
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Ever since she left Sunvar City, Larice didn’t notice anyone from the imperial army riding south. The Emperor didn’t want to chase the dragons, she knew, so he might’ve been planning something else against them.Looking up, the dark clouds covered the sight of the stars in the night sky. The last time she spotted the dragons—they were flying towards the southeast. They might’ve gone to the mountain ranges of Palav, near the eastern shores of Drava.Larice galloped through the drylands of the Jahara Desert with the night wind against her. Her mind was troubled, wondering how she would talk to them when they would meet. She knew how much Raeherys hated her. He might not listen to her or even give her the chance to speak. But she would still try … no matter what.It was a long ride. She wanted to stay in the inn and live a peaceful life with Faran and her kids. But something felt missing for her—some
