CHAPTER 11
Gwen
“Holy Solara,” Kirith whispered.
The dragon’s head perked to the side and it spotted them. Gwen expected to die. She’d heard stories of dragons breathing fire, destroying entire towns from existence. Granted, before now, she’d always assumed they were just stories, myths even, but here was one of the legendary creatures in front of her.
It was twenty feet long from head to tail, and its silver scales glittered under the rays of sunlight that filtered through the trees. Gwen didn’t realize she was holding her breath until her lungs started to burn. She exhaled softly as if any sound would bring the dragon’s wrath down upon them.
“Are you going to stare at me all day?” the dragon finally asked. Its voice was deep and throaty, and the words echoed among the trees. Gwen lo
