The last of both human and dragonkind stand against the darkness together
The flames burning in Fedyth’s eyes banked to embers and her lips curled in satisfaction as she watched her enemy burn from the inside out and his grey corpse crumble to ash onto the stone beneath them before spreading her wings and taking to the skies to continue her watch. She scanned the horizon for threats to this last bastion of dragon and humankind. Threats to her queen and her eggs, the first in a century. The last hope of dragonkind.
Her human partner grunted in satisfaction as he stroked her ridges. He too understood the importance of those eleven eggs. The hope of the dragons—and of the kingdom of his king. So did their enemy.
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