I came back late. The camp was quiet.
Brian was the only one still awake. “You okay?” he asked.
“Yes, just tense. It’s the King of Lion sword.”
“Yeah, I know. We’re going to make history, Blake.”
I smiled. “But who would’ve thought a dragon spawn born with the mark would do that?”
He looked in the direction of the cavern. A smile lingered on his face. “She makes Brian crazy. She doesn’t make Blake crazy?”
“Not that crazy, no.” This was a patent lie. She was driving me crazy, every inch of her.
He laughed. “Brian had a rough night tonight. He needs to go and crash.”
I chuckled. “Goodnight, Brian.”
“Night, Blake.”
I went to take a seat at the edge of the trees.
Looking at the stars, I took out the poetry notebook I used when I wasn’t using my journal.
I had no words tonight. The
