When the weirdly dressed man had said he wanted us to try and ride his pet dragon, I didn’t think he meant it for real until I spotted a cage without barriers housing a sleeping dragon in the middle.
And to make things worse, there is a flowing stream of lava beneath the dragon.
The three of us got here at the same time the Princess of Klan and Madeline did, and with hanging jaws, we stood beneath the arch-shaped threshold gazing between the lava and the dragon.
The entire place is like a boiling hot volcano steaming our bodies up for supper, and honestly, the cave looks like some medieval nightmare come to life.
Pulling us aside, away from the other two girls, Alaia asks in a hushed whisper. “Who is going to try and ride the dragon?”
“I’m not riding that thing; my powers heavily r
