*******FLASHBACK*******
SEVEN YEARS AGO.
THEY WALKED through the royal garden, Vaelora’s mind only half-attentive to the conversation. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake off one particular thought.
“Do you think Draekon is going to make it out of this?” she suddenly blurted.
Both Zayn and Dione glanced at each other, then back at her.
“I mean… alive.” She muttered.
“Do you wish he’d die?” Dione queried in disbelief. “Regardless of how cold and unfeeling he may be, he's still our brother.”
“No!” Vaelora rushed out. “I was just… genuinely worried. Which apparently is weird.” She scrunched her nose, irritated with herself for giving the slightest f**k about Draekon.
“Well...” Zayn muttered slowly. “It all depends. He needs a reason to keep going. Something that makes h
