Anxiety pushed to the forefront of all my emotions. The cloud of smoke had thickened, making the early morning dark. Bodies littered the ground, roars pierced the air.
My heart beat from my throat. Grandfather’s words continued to echo in my mind as I hopped over burning objects, running around. The pollution in the air made breathing awful.
He was not a small beast. He stood out among his kind. He was the only black dragon of his size so how was it that I searched for him for so long but could not find him? I knew the black dragon was a master of stealth. There were no pictures of Kreon’s beasts for a reason. He flew deep within the clouds, far enough to be cocooned within the clouds. I kept watch of them, almost tripping a good number of times as my eyes had to be everywhere at once
