The Exiled Dragon
The water there flowed peacefully and the fish that survived the harsh outside temperatures swam like tropical fish that lived near Atlantis.
“Were here,” Orion spoke, his back ridged as he looked at the platform. Three witches, dress in a ceremonial garb of black and golden swirls, placed various powders on the planks of wood.
“Who is first?” Davina from the castle stepped above the platform, her candle lighting up the swirling pattern, making sure it looked correct.
“I will,” Nichols stepped up, his torso still bare and his black hair hung loosely around his back.