Felix. Pops. Jasmine. Maxwell. Their faces popped into his head at each name he remembered. Elizabeth, with her curly black hair and her beautiful green eyes that she had passed on to her daughter. Claif, her husband with his fierce gaze and passionate soul. Little Asher...Fergus sighed at his spot next to Alaina. She didn't seem to notice, her eyes were on what was outside.
Little Asher with his toothless grin and his bald head. His mother held the dear baby as she watched him leave...Fergus tightened his grip on his axe.
This was for them. This was for his son and his wife that died all those years ago.
For little Asher and his mother, Emma.
"It's our turn," Alaina said, pulling Fergus from his thoughts. He nodded as he patted the round head of his dragon.
He was ready.
"Let's
