Elora POV
I am shaken awake, cold wet hands gripping my shoulder before I feel myself being pulled upright into a sitting position. My eyes feel like sandpaper as I force them open to see my surroundings. I feel relief wash over me. It is Aldrin, holding me up. He is drenched in blood and his pale face watches me worriedly.
“Elora you need to stay awake,” he whispers. I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. I look around, gasping as the surroundings materialize before me. We are both sitting on a huge rock within a cave, surrounded by hundreds of Dragons, or half Dragons. They are all screeching menacingly, some rambling in foreign tongue.
“Don’t move too fast,” Aldrin whispers. It’s not like I can anyway, everything is aching, my head is pounding. The cave is huge, the ceiling towers hig
