It didn't make any sense.
She'd had the beast dead to rights. She had the arrow knocked, the bow aimed, and her fingers primed for release. Why hadn't she killed it? That's what she'd come for; why couldn't she follow through?
Why had it saved her?
Why did it have such care and concern behind its eyes?
Why did it seem so protective of that wood elf?
She had never heard of such a thing before. Dragons weren't even protective of the women who they r***d to carry their brood. But this one dragon, this one beast was different. Out of all the dragons that roamed their land, this one seemed to want to protect someone else.
Why this dragon?
Why this elf?
Most of all, she didn't understand why it had saved her life.
She couldn't wrap her mind around it.
It didn't make sense.
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