CHAPTER TEN
Volcanoes were good for creating things. Destructive though their nature was, sometimes the old had to be burned away for new things to develop. It was the cycle of nature – sometimes cruel, but never without purpose.
Once free of the city, he resumed his natural form and spread his wings to take to the air. The earth below rumbled from more than just the smoking crater. Fiery beast that she was, Mother Nature’s veins ran red hot.
Below he could see signs of other smaller craters beginning to warm as earth’s blood rose to the surface.
Back home, his own island had regular eruptions, and he’d witnessed the cycles of new land formations as heated rock met icy water, deadly and beautiful at the same time.
For his own people, the fire was welcome, but as Dax flew and saw the t
