Elisa’s POV-
The morning after, I somehow developed wings of fire that I guess I could shift in and out of easily. Drake and I were heading up to his room after we had breakfast, so he could write in his King’s journal about recent events. I was going over the plans for the memorial services for his parents. I had spoken weeks ago to a sculptor so that a monument could be built in the centre of the village, so everyone remembers the sacrifices those men and women made and those that were lost. I also wanted a glorious dragon sculpture fountain, built in front of Drake’s palace. I was supposed to check on his work later today, with my mother by my side. She pulled a few strings to get it done.
I was sitting in his room, going to the notebook I had been planning the event in, while he wo
