If I thought of all the places I imagined I would go in my life, a witch doctor would not have featured in such a thought. I never would have dreamt of going to a witch doctor with the dragon prince. Rumour had it that he had cohorts who brewed potions and cast spells but with the advent of our crisis with the witches, one would expect a dragon to seize contact with those that sort to harm his kind but not when that dragon was named Mikhail, a man with a penchant, a love, for things that went against the norm.
"What is she, Maverick?" The man practiced a form of magic that he called red magic. Everything about his home was red, from his home to the apparel on him. He had a red cloth tied around his waist with his flabby chest bare.
The prince had been in a weird mood all day long. He sn
