CHAPTER 64 - TRISTAN

Tristan stood at the head of the ship, his eyes locked forward on the blue horizon, as he couldn’t wait to see the islands in his view. The sound of wood creaking, wind blowing, and the ocean singing, along with the salty smell of the air, all gave his stomach a turn. But Tristan had learned how to endure and control his body after weeks of being in the sea. And he had to endure. He’d been dying to see dragons in reality.

Looking back, the crews had been keeping themselves busy on the deck, preparing their weapons and traps. Two enormous metal machines that looked like a giant crossbow stood in the middle, with huge long bolts gathered between them. Seeing the bolt throwers had put worry in Tristan’s chest. Those hunters would definitely go for the kill. And he had to do something about it to protect the dragons.

Tristan lowered his eyes. The word had echoed in his mind once again … protect. Knowing how powerless and incapable he had been of protecting people, gave him doubts that he c