Varheiman Myths: The Dragon And Her Fire

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Within a few moments all the soldiers were floating in the air and the shackles from Jiua'a wrists fell. Phoebus freed her and she felt very grateful for this stranger. She filled with a great admiration for him, the man was a foreigner and yet decided to help her. He involved himself in the great conflict she felt that she woud be responsible if the Medralian army came marching into his kingdom looking for him causing havoc all the way. I should warn him. She thought. Jiua shrugged her distant look from her eyes and prepared herself to address Phoebus.

'My lord...,' She called out bowing slightly.

Phoebus turned around to face her. He was right in front of her but he didn't look at her his eyes fixated into a past far away behind her. A slight frown appeared on his face, his brows furrowed, and then his lips broke into a sober smile.

'You may speak as a free soul now...,' he had said, '... never know if these shackles get back restraining you.'

Jiua tried to understand whatever he had said but left it anyway. 'My lord these people were from -'

'- I know.' He cut her off.