Ember
I left the tent with my little sister inside. Eimyrja’s strength was growing in her presence, I couldn’t stand to be around her anymore. I needed to be calm. I glanced down at the knife in my hand. Both Alcyone and Drakania had some obsession with magic. I trained to be a soldier, like my mother wanted me to be. I was the epitome of strength, there wasn’t a creature alive that could beat me one on one. So why was I so worried about challenging this northern dragon? She was nothing but a pawn in these wargames, no different than me. I wondered what her ability was, if this new opponent would even stand a chance.
Thorn seemed exhausted when he approached me, carrying a small wrapped parcel. “I brought you some food.” His eyes were fixed on the ground as he held out his offering. I t
