CHAPTER FOUR
The journey took Dax farther than he’d ever been before. His wings ached from hours of flying without rest. With nothing but water and clouds as far as the eye could see, a minor – but very real – fear crept into the back of his mind. Had he gone off course? Even the metal beast he’d seen earlier had faded into the nothingness of the murky horizon. Worry spread to his limbs, amplifying the ache with each beat of his wings. Dax struggled to lift and catch the current again.
The sun had long since passed him over, warming his back with its powerful light, the only confirmation Dax had that he was still heading in the right direction.
Worries of fatigue plagued his mind. How long could he endure before he’d have to take a rest?
Water was no friend to fire-breathers. Bulky as
