It was hard to distinguish whether it was day or night inside the cave. The air, however, was unexpectedly fresh, but damp and cold. Leila leaned over the bars of her cell and listened to the chilling wind rolling in the deep winding tunnels. It lightly brushed across the luminescent moss-covered surface and intertwined with the babbling of watery creeks.A new delivery of girls had been crammed into the cell on Leila’ right. She realized that these girls were different from those in the cell on her left. They didn’t seem to be the grey descendants of dragons, as they were lacking the common grey features - dark brown hair that gleamed under the moonlight, and oftentimes a pair of pale brownish eyes. Instead, there were certain peculiarities about them. Leila looked on with the help of a fluttering torch. Their skin was a mixture of gold and silver, and it vaguely glistened in the darkness, honey coloured hair mixed with white cloudy strands. She couldn’t see any visible signs of abus

Starlight was a funny, fuzzy thing. It could be seen, touched, and felt, it was tangible enough, but could never be captured in a tiny little jar so Leila could always carry it at her side.Minutes in the cave felt like days outside. She had never realized how much she would cherish the chilly night air, the beautiful serenade sung by a nightingale, the resting canopies of forests under the shade of silver light, and of course, the moon itself. It was exceptionally round and bright tonight; a creamy yellow hue graciously shined upon the Misty Mountains, as if the moon was a token of a blithe reunion.Leila leaned over to hug her dragon prince as they flew in the breeze. His warmth melted away all the coldness she had gathered in the freezing deep cave. She pressed her flesh close to his scales as he took her out of the dense Needle Woods, passed over glittering ribbons of streams, and finally came to the residential quarters where the local villagers had dwelled for centuries. The dra

In an extremely careful manner, squires were polishing their masters’ armors at the foot of the inner baileys. Black Wings were practicing their swords skills and advancing their own special talents. The back of the inn was not as crowded as its usually was since the prince had rented it out, leaving only the front bar open during its usual business hours.“Hugo!” Thorn rushed out into the inn’s backyard and called out, pacing across the earthy ground quickly, unbuttoning his tight boiled-leather jacket.“Bring Hugo to me. I’ll wait for him in the counsel room,” he ordered one of the nearby archers of the Black Wings, who was as lanky as a twig, “And tell the owner to drive all the customers out, this place is locking down.” He took a sack of gold out of his leather jacket and tossed it over to the archer.“Aye.” The archer bowed and moved off like a whoosh of wind.The dragon prince was irritable. His hunches were always correct, and at that moment, he had a terrible foreboding feeli

The Uninvited Guests A Few Dragon Hours Before… “My prince, please let me remind you,” Serlon sighed, “With your wound, it’s better to control your anger. My herbs won’t do much if you continue to let the wound open.” Thorn sat down on the chair like a balloon with no air, exhausted. He couldn’t hold it anymore. “Give me more of your herbs, now.” Serlon touched Thorn’s forehead and found that it was ice cold. He quickly fetched the herbs and spread them on the bloody injury in a thick layer. Hugo watched his prince and quietly worried. “I’ll make sure the guys keep a closer eye on Leila, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Hugo had always understood Thorn without the need to say anything out in the open. Thorn nodded. He was feeling better with the help of the herbs. “Also, arrange some men to hide in the shadows. It won’t be easy for enemies to detect them either.” “They have received your command. The Black Wings won’t emerge later when the wolves come. They will all stay beh

The Antidote Fish hid beneath the surface of the river, and butterflies resting on flower petals didn’t dare flutter their wings; even the leaves were holding back their quiet and even breathing. A powerful squad was moving quickly among the needled forests. Six wolves led three black stallions, jumping over rushing brooks, sleek rocks, and stretching, flowered banks. Finally, they arrived a glade surrounded by tall trees and dense briers. A wolf running beside the werewolf prince let out a long howl into the air, declaring their return. More wolves, all seemingly strong and powerful, emerged from the woods at his call. The six wolves shifted back into their human forms. Thorn, Hugo and Serlon dismounted. “Hiding here, in the dragon kingdom, all along?” Hugo said, cheekily, “You sure are discreet about trespassing on our land.” “Watch your tongue, dragon boy,” the werewolf who made the howl warned, “We could easily rip off your head and cook up your dragon meat as a snack tonight.”