Chapter Eleven
Escape
“For Quesboth, that’s impossible. Are those dragons real, or is it just an illusion?” Idris asked in a whisper. I barely heard him, because I was frozen on the spot. The dragons were enormous and there were two of them, circling around the prison. My heart pounded extremely fast. Every cell in my body was convinced that the dragons were real, even if the Dark Ones were making me see the beasts through magic.
Then it dawned on me that there was no way we could get Nicolas out of there anytime soon—especially now. The Dark Ones had been spreading lies about Dragons for decades, and now they were using them to keep their prisoners in line. This didn’t make much sense, because the dragons gave us magic and strength. I was certain that this was just an illusion—a hoax.
