Nicholas Pendragon, you fool. Why let yourself get played like this? Even the blind saw Richard Hunter’s trap.
We knew he set himself up but we all waited in the Dragon’s Castle with batted breaths, thankful for the small reprieve from the war, the hunting.
How foolish to enter the enemy’s home and expect a warm welcome.
We waited in his castle, watching as dawn turned to dusk with no sight of our king.
“Richard Hunter has requested an audience with me,” He said.
“You will be foolish to go alone,” I told him but all he wanted was for his men to know peace. I laughed, I scorned but I waited with my brothers, knowing he would not return but hoping.
Nicholas Pendragon, you fool.
They killed the children. All of them. Every single dragon that represented our future; bathed in the
