Calantha's Point of View:
Tickling dried blades feel like having rough needles against my skin. The air is heavy with the acrid scent of burnt earth, the bitter taste filling my mouth and nostrils as my eyes snap open.
Feeling weak, I stand up, my stomach aching from lack of food, and I glance at the utter destruction before me. The once-a-tad-lush vegetation is now reduced to blackened soil, the ground is scorched and almost barren, and the colors around me are muted and bleak.
A ringing pain makes me hold my throbbing head, my teeth clenching in anger and disappointment.
‘I should have died.’
I remember seeing something like a human outline from the mist that surrounded the dragon, and I have never seen anything like that mist before.
With a flourish, I balance myself on the sco
