RHEA’S POV:I don’t run. I walk in slow, deliberate steps, drawn deeper into the woods as if the night itself has coiled fingers around my wrist, urging me forward. The glowing eyes are gone, but the pull remains. Stronger now, heavier. It hums beneath my skin, not painful, but ancient. Familiar in a way that makes no sense. Leaves crunch beneath my boots, damp and fragrant. A single branch snags my sleeve, but I don’t stop. I should turn back, I know I should. Whatever is ahead isn't safe. I can feel the magic thickening in the air like fog, clinging to my lungs, my thoughts.Still, I press on. Then I see it. A dip in the forest floor, almost hidden beneath a canopy of twisted roots and sagging vines. A hollow, sunken like a forgotten cradle. And curled inside, gods help me, is a creature I’ve only read about in whispers of old texts, seen sketched in the pages of fae prophecies I never believed were real.A dragon. My breath catches, hitching painfully in my chest.
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