Chapter 56: Laryn

I see Ashrac flying to me as fast as his small wings will pump. What is he doing here?

"Uncle Laryn, Uncle Laryn. Uncle Sarn has your bride," he screams as he draws closer.

I'm so stunned I drop the chalice and painting and don't think of them again. "Where is my bride?"

"At the cliffs. Uncle Sarn wanted me to go with him to his castle. Your bride got angry and then Uncle Sarn got angry."

My heart is beating double time. "Go find your parents and send them here. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Uncle Laryn. Please rescue her. She is very brave for a human."

She is, but I don't have time to answer. Have I not been punished enough for what I did to Bastian and Acasia? If Sarn has harmed one hair on her head, he's a dead dragon.

Thirty minutes later, I see the purple dragon speeding toward me. I charge.

"No, I have her," he screams into my head seconds before impact.

I turn my body and barely stop my strike. "Give her to me, you son of a bitch."

"I cannot transfer her while we fly, she