-Laelia-
The North. Our home. MY home. It was strange crossing that invisible border, knowing we were back. It looked pretty much the same—smelled and felt the same: cold and fresh. We continued riding in our disguises as we moved further into the cold part of Arcadia until a small town appeared.
I had rarely been out here near the border. My brothers and father would not allow it. It was simply too dangerous, and even now they were shielding me from every side.
“Who exactly are we going to ask for help?” I whispered to Will.
“These are mostly farmers, but any help is valuable. We will try the lords first. They are the ones with soldiers,” he told me.
“Are we certain they will even listen to us? I mean, we are fighting dragons.”
“Ashes told us that the dragons were dwindling in numb
