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The Dragon Slayer's Queen 51
They had truly lost the twins, one hundred and seventy-three paces from the Sanctuary doors. It took Jenifer a stark thirty seconds to grasp the gravity of the situation. By then, their group had splintered, and the only thing echoing back at her was Zayla’s voice, swallowed by the dark. Sanctuary was supposed to be a place of refuge, a fortress against the unknown, but now it felt alive, twisting and turning with its own sinister agenda.They triggered alarms that seemed to come from nowhere, wandered through corridors that coiled back on themselves like treacherous serpents, and when Jenifer turned to grasp Amanda’s hand, she found only a chill and a wisp of ozone in its place. Their only guidance was the black-glass torches, flickering in alternating stripes of violet and blue. And the distant sound of Liam, breathing with a ferocity hinting at his desperate fight for survival.“Don’t panic,” he growled, reverberating off the frost-rimmed stone walls. Jenifer bit her lip, realizing
The Dragon Slayer's Queen 50
The trail through the Dragonspine was treacherous, filled with broken bones and black ice. With every fourth step, Zayla braced herself for seeing a corpse or a trap. Below their ledge, the river wept with cold, white spray, while the mountain’s shadow writhed, swallowing the sun long before nightfall. For a day and a half, they had been climbing, following Jenifer’s map, with hunger and doubt gnawing at everything that wasn’t muscle, scale, or raw, frantic will.On the third evening, the wind finally died down. The world felt razor-thin—one stray gust could send them all tumbling. At the lip of a crumbling bridge, Bella paused, blue scales surfacing on her cheekbones. “I don’t like this,” she hissed, her voice hollow from the strain. “It’s too quiet.”Behind them, Alex limped, while Amanda kept casting nervous glances at the ravine. The Queen—her hair now mottled with frost and hands trembling even when she thought no one was watching—pressed on, forcing the pace. Only Liam seemed at
The Dragon Slayer's Queen 49
The palace has a way of swallowing sound. Every footstep, every breath, every nervous shuffle of the royal guard is lost beneath the oppressive hush of black marble and ancient secrets. The court has melted away; only the condemned, the executioner, and the specter of a mother remain. Zayla feels the chill of the corridor in her bones. Her wrists are ringed red where the silver cords burned her, a reminder that even inside the walls of her inheritance, she is a threat to be managed. Beside her, Bella’s jaw is set in a line that could cut glass. The only thing that betrays her twin’s calm is how her pupils flare, tiny blue infernos as they pass each mounted torch. She’s angry, yes, but also afraid. Behind them, the rest of the survivors limp forward. Jenifer moves with her usual feline grace, but her left arm is clamped tight against her ribs, the wound from the battle still seeping through a makeshift bandage. Alex stays close, supporting Jenifer when the pain spikes, not saying
The Dragon Slayer's Queen 48
The city of Cordiva is alive tonight, with every tower and bridge strung in veins of silver-blue fire. The palace at its core is a cathedral of shadow and light. The air smells of ozone, petrichor, and ancient stone, and Zayla feels the weight of her future with every step towards the gates. The twins walk side by side—Bella’s eyes fixed, hands knotted into fists; Zayla’s fingers flex nervously, brushing against the cool scales beneath her skin. Behind them, Liam keeps pace, his expression unreadable, and Jenifer is beside him with a thousand-yard stare that misses nothing. Alex and Amanda bring up the rear, barely speaking, the tension between them palpable and brittle. At the outer wall, twelve guards in armor that ripples like dragon hide snap into formation. Their halberds cross, a razor lattice barring the group’s path. For a heartbeat, Zayla’s mind flicks to fire, to violence, but Ari’s voice is a taut whisper: “No. Play the part. Let them take us in.” Zayla’s pulse calms—barely
The Dragon Slayer's Queen third person pov
As we ventured deeper into the elder’s house, the atmosphere thickened with anticipation. The elders had spoken of confronting the past, but I could feel something more sinister lurking in the shadows. The air grew colder, and the flickering candlelight cast eerie shapes on the walls, as if the very spirits of our ancestors were watching us.We entered a dimly lit chamber adorned with ancient tapestries depicting forgotten battles. In the center stood an ornate pedestal, upon which rested a weathered tome bound in dragonhide. The elder gestured for us to approach, her expression grave. “This book holds the key to your lineage and the truth of the shadows that haunt you.”As I reached for the tome, a sudden rush of energy surged through me, and I felt Ari stir within. “Be careful, Zayla,” she warned, her voice echoing in my mind. “Not all knowledge is meant to be uncovered.”Ignoring the warning, I opened the book, and the pages began to turn on their own, revealing illustrations of dr
The Dragon Slayer's Queen Zayla
The journey to the elder's village unfolded in silence, each of us caught in the web of our own thoughts, the echoes of the recent battle lingering in the cool, crisp air. It felt surreal, stepping away from the chaos of conflict and into the serene embrace of nature. The village lay nestled within a lush valley, framed by majestic mountains that stood like guardians against a turbulent world.As we approached, the elders emerged from their humble huts, their expressions blending curiosity and concern. Time had etched its wisdom onto their faces, each line a testament to battles fought and lessons learned. Their dragon forms were breathtaking, scales sparkling in the sunlight, a vivid reminder of their ancient power.The eldest among them, a grand dragon with scales as white as freshly fallen snow, stepped forward. His piercing blue eyes seemed to look right through me as he spoke with a voice that resonated like thunder, “Welcome, travelers. We have been expecting you.”Taking a deep
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