Tyran wore out a trail on his expensive Fire carpet. It was a gift from the dragon queen after he rid their Realm of Kruk the terrible and his mob of killers. It was made from the purest of Silan threads that were harvested from the Silan trees only found in the Dragon Realm Mountains.
He wasn't the type of male to worry over anything he did or said. His word was law in his Realm. No one dared questioned him and he certainly never questioned himself, yet an ugly cold snake curled in the pits of his stomach and spewed poison that sent bile boiling into his mouth. For the first time in his ancient life, he stood at a point where he didn't know what to do or who to ask for help.
He had never lost a battle before. Fighting thousands of them gave him the gift of foresight. They were predict
