The Fierce Little Thing And Her Five Mates
How death can come from a single careless step.
Jordan nudges me, and I look up. The cave face looms ahead, half-hidden by moss-covered boulders and vines. We’ve arrived. This is it, the first real step in taking down Damicus Rommati. We crouch near the entrance, listening. Dragons are loud by nature, especially adult males. Their movements tend to shake the ground, their breathing heavy even when suppressed. But the night is still. Not a whisper of movement from within the cave or above us. Satisfied, I summon a small orb of pale blue light, cupping it in my hand like a firefly. It glows just enough to guide our steps through the winding tunnels without giving us away. We move in silence, w
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