Dragon fire
He didn't know what to do.
For a century, he watched as wolf shifters and dragons fought over land, the battles were violent, and his friends were killed, causing Ragnar to hate the vile creatures, but his mother wouldn't weigh in either way. Instead, a look of sadness shadowed her face, and she would quietly leave the room.
"Please, sir, just lift me out of here. I won't bother you." Her quiet voice stirred something inside him, and Ragnar made a choice.
"What's your name?" He asked, startling her with his question. She smiled shyly and whispered, "I'm Antoinette."
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