Mave stood, gazing at the night sea with the waves trying to touch her feet. Her black hair danced with the strong rhythm of the breeze. In a few hours—the red dawn would finally come to paint the skies with blood and chaos. She believed it signified the end ... but what end?
The end of the dragon realm?
The end of the Empire?
Or the end of their lives?
Mave mesmerized at the ends of the horizon while reflecting if they could survive the red dawn ... or not. The odds were completely against them as they lacked in numbers and strength. Little chances they had, she knew. But they're still gambling on it, since this would be their last chance to save everyone. She found herself remembering Faran. She promised she would return to the inn to live with them ... but that promise was already w
