Chapter Eighteen
My Guardians land beside me and immediately surround me in their favourite defensive formation.
“Guys, I can look after myself,” I complain, but they don’t budge. I sigh and head towards the front of the dragon flock. All of them are still in their dragon shape, except for one. Dewi. Her hair is wrapped around her head like a crown and her body is covered in an armour that looks like it’s made from dragon scales. It’s beautiful and probably very efficient. And if she’s lucky, it’s even lighter than my own. I’ve almost got used to the feeling of wearing my armour, but after being on the dragon, my bones are a little stiff.
How much time has passed since I spoke to the other Gods? Fifteen minutes perhaps? Twenty? Let’s hope the Morrigan is still here. And Flora. Alive. I
