Chapter 8: Eliane

I jolt awake, my movements waking Snow.

“Are you okay? I had a terrible dream that something bad happened to you,” I ask. I had another dream about being attacked by two dragons, one of them being Ancalagon.

We still see him flying in the air and I know he’s searching for Snow. I don’t know why he wants him, or if he’s really trying to kill him, but why else would he care enough to still be searching for him.

I look around. “You’ve moved us again. Did Ancalagon attack you? I remember seeing him, then I passed out.”

He nuzzles me, letting me know that he’s okay. I wrap my arms around his snout and take a keep breath of his snowy scent. He smells like what I imagine it smells like in the pictures I’ve seen of large snowcapped mountains where humans haven’t tainted the earth. Crisp and clean, cold and earthy.

“I need food, Snow. Did you eat?”

That’s another thing, every time I pass out, I wake up famished as if my body is running marathons while I’m unconsious. Maybe I’m out longer than