Drogo who was shocked, immediately ran. He saw the woman's body fall into a haystack on the street under their lodgings. Deftly the woman stood up and brushed off her clothes. Her eyes caught him, staring from the window. Drogo would never forget her eyes. Very brave brown eyes. The woman ran away, but Drogo vowed to get her back. He had carved her face—and her body, in memory. The next full moon, Drogo would definitely take the woman with him. Unfortunately, fate cunningly toyed with him. As soon as Drogo returned to the Dragon Island that same day, he felt his eyes blurred. Initially insignificant, but over time, his views became much worse. He cursed himself right then and there. He should have brought the woman as soon as possible. He had lost the only human being he was interested

