A dragon scurried frantically onto the roof of his skyscraper, looking around.
No dragon lord was going to tell him what to do!
For five minutes he had to sit and listen to the damned lord, talking as if he were so full of himself.
“I need your support….” Old Dark had said.
Support!
Old Dark was a fragment of the past.
Abstraction was a fragment of the future. Who knew what was certain to happen, but it didn’t have to involve the dragon lord.
He had to tell the others. Surely they wouldn’t be falling for these language tricks!
He checked the roof.
There was no one there.
Quickly, he spread his wings, ready to take to the sky.
POW!
A brick hit him in the wings, and he tumbled to the ground.
“Where do you think you’re going?” a voice asked.
Redtail and a group of dragons emerge
