The Gentle Dragon
mother says as they turn to walk inside.
I look at my father. “Cedric and Ishir?” he asks.
“Went after the bad hybrids. I got two names, Galeus and Banari.”
“Lizard and king of the forest, which I guarantee that he is not. That title belongs to me,” he says, turning in the direction the others went.
“Call if you need me, and I’m proud of you son. That was a good thing you did.”
“I’m a dragon, dad. It’s what we do.”