CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Flying was peaceful. In his dragon form there was no pain in the places where Paolo struck him, and no blood flowed from the wounds he sustained from the man’s jabs. The event continued to replay in his mind, and he experienced a multitude of emotions.
His immediate reaction when he leapt to the sky was anger and hate. He knew those went hand in hand. After that he felt the familiar twangs of depression over the loss of a potential ally and friend. Finally, he experienced something he only recently discovered, clarity.
It was clear to him that he was just as much to blame for the incident as he soared above the mountain’s snowy fields. Before him lay a sea of white that ebbed into large piles before flattening into a perfect untouched sheet of snow, stretching to all co
