The Palace.
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The mist emerged into a face and the air whispered and rustles. Rhineas felt a tinge of fear cold icicle against his spine. He didn't get a good feeling his scarlet eyes crinkled his fiery air floated like flame in the air. The fumes came out from Jiua's nosetrils and she shuddered with Rhineas.
Alistair felt the dragon's low rumbles in his chest he felt the quivering of Rhineas.
‘Boy you need to keep calm.’ Alistair said.
‘I am not doing it, Alistair. Something is happening.’ Rhineas said behind his gritted teeth.
Jiua roared and the clouds cleft from the impact of the roar.
My lord it's Zohua. Jiua's thoughts informed Rhineas.
Rhineas's voice broke, ‘Alistair....’
‘I know boy. Just keep calm.’
The blue mist broke into a wrinkly face. Eyes black and hollow the clouds shifted.
’You...’ the voice sounded ancient and hoarse whisper, ‘son of fire.’
Rhineas stared wide in fury and fright.
He stood on Jiua as if to challenge the Lord of night itself, ‘Lord Zohua, we don't want to fall into conflict please let us be and we'll be on your way.’ He said.
Alistair looked startled at Rhineas.
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