THE KING'S CHAMBER
King Duncan shifted in his bed with a frown, sweating. His chest heaving with heavy breaths.
Nightmares.
They came clearer than they should have. Haunting him one again.
Duncan’s tiny legs moved; he must reach them!
His father and mother's screams pierced the air like a dread bell, causing him to increase his pace.
However, his elder brother, in his Lycan form, swiftly sank his fangs into Duncan's attire, effortlessly lifting him from the ground and began to run, dodging the next flame from the dragon above them.
The fire had hurt Prince Aedric, but he held Duncan tighter as he wove his way through the burning corridors, fast.
His hideous claws dug into the ground with force and power, making him run swiftly.
“No! Mother! Father! I must get them! We can't leave
