The Assassin
Before he can fall, I move under him, ready to catch him.
“NO! I can fly,” he insists as he begins flapping his wings, I can see his struggle, the effort it is taking him to lift up into the air.
I look down, searching for Ishir in the fire.
“Ishir!” I call to him, before seeing a flash of orange, racing away from the flames that Ancalagon has started. I fly low, extending my wing to him. He leaps, quickly racing up my wing before shifting and settling on my back.
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