My little Dragon Queen
With a powerful beat of Perseus’s wings, heavy enough to kick up swirling clouds of dust and force Mary to shield her eyes as her hair whips in her face, they’re gone.
Mary remains standing there, looking up and watching as they become but a distant glimmer in the night sky.
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As soon as Alcina gives in to that pull - that alien, the siren calls the likes of which she can’t quite liken to any other experience in life - it feels, suddenly, as though she were guided by some compass.
She can feel it, the way her very blood seems to pulse in her veins, the way the call gets louder and louder with each mile crossed; Perseus, too, can feel it, his and Alcina’s hearts pounding in
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