3New FriendsOne week. One week and Aldor still struggled to recover from his encounter with the dragon. It was a difficult thing to purge his system of muddled thoughts of archers and monsters. Part of him questioned whether the archer really did exist, or the rescuer was just a figment of Aldor's panic. Tendrils of pain still crawled up from his body despite the expert healers' efforts.
He sat in a dimly-lit corridor directly outside the healing room, Kiera was directly behind the closed doors. Aldor never knew anyone threatened with death before, aside from Tempest, and it was a paralyzing feeling…. He'd never lost someone like this.
Pale daylight shone in through the stone windows, rays dancing across his vision. The sky was overcast with clouds hanging above the city like a plague. L
