The woodland dragon, Creya, sat several feet away. We still starred in awe. Erik didn’t trust him yet. I can’t blame him either. That must’ve been a terrifying experience.
“Do not fear, Knight. You taste awful.” Creya chuckled deeply.
Erik did not find the humor. He shivers and turns away from the large dragon's gaze.
“I am amazed,” Ferron says excitedly. “You always hear stories of dragons, but to meet one…”
“We were much more populated a hundred years ago.” Creya’s growl is a bitter vibrating sound.
“What happened?” I ask with curiosity and concern.
“Olchadair Reilach happened.” The name came out as a hiss.
“The King?” I’m sincerely shocked.
“Give him whatever title you so choose. That human hunted us down, burning and chopping. Shooting and swinging. He killed woodland and m
