Fire danced in Lyria's hazel eyes. She clenched her fist as Duke Frelie let her go. Raon immediately stood next to her, asking if she was okay. The people of Tollyria, still in robes, ran to Lyria. They all hugged her, wanting to touch her, to feel her warmth. "I knew you'd come. I knew..." one Tollyrian said. They were all crying. Men, women, children.
Lyria brushed the hair of one girl. She knew her as Theresa. Half of Theresa's face was burnt. Then she saw more burnt scars on some of the Tollyrians' bodies. "Why...?"
"They wanted to know if all Tollyrians could withstand fire," one man said, "like you could withstand the touch of the Dragon of Death."
Her face was frowning then. Her nose flared and her eyebrows were crunched. It was disgusting. How Duke Frelie treated her people ...
