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Chaos ensued. At first glance, Lilianya had thought there to be dozens of dragonriders, but she was mistaken. It wasn’t as many as she believed, but there were over ten of them. She thought she counted fifteen, but she couldn’t be sure. Lilianya couldn’t see the entire camp from her cage.
She needed to get out of her prison. Lilianya doubted the pirates would release her. After all, what would that do for them? No, she was on her own.
Shronan, the mage she had met, rushed by the cage, his hands glowing green as he tossed a dragonrider off of his beast.
Strange. This man’s magic didn’t match his color. Wind magic should have turned his hands purple, not green. He, however, seemed to have a better grasp on magic and even dragons than anyone Lilianya knew.
A dragon slammed into the si
