The Exiled Dragon
Pulling the magic inside me, I felt my body transform faster and let out a playful roar, prancing over to Creed.
Rows of dragons lined up, snorting and nudging each other playfully. “Ready?” Creed spoke to me, nipping at my horn. “Ready,” I licked his cheek. Three dragons held onto ropes with a large branch tied at either end. Each individual orc sat their butts down on the huge branch. “The dragons are going to hold on to it like a swing so the orcs can travel in the sky with us,” tilting my head in confusion, Creed laughed.
“Only mates may ride on a dragon’s back. It’s considered demeaning, letting anyone else ride.”