CHAPTER ELEVEN
Claskan marched forward, forty dragons moving behind him as they passed the rock arch that separated the dragon homes from the castle. Rows upon rows of plain square buildings had begun growing from the land since the King declared humans were to be slaves. The main road they marched down moved directly through the buildings and past the budding farmland that green dragons had begun crafting.
Shame filled his face as he passed row after row of small buildings that would barely be considered a hovel. Each row stretched to the rock wall arching to its center and he figured the slave town would hold several thousand slaves by the time it was finished.
He had no idea where the dragons would stay, but that wasn’t the issue at hand. The issue, he realized as the group left the
