Dragon Knight (4/7) SGA AU
Dragon Knight (4/7)
author:
tari_roo
Rating: PG13 (gen)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I profit from nothing but oh boy, do I wish I had a dragon. Or was a dragon. Or knew a dragon. *sigh*
Summary: Sequel to Geek Knight vs. the Black Dragon. Atlantis is imminently under attack by an Asuran fleet, and Queen Elizabeth has a desperate last chance plan. Recapture the dragon that is supposedly their last hope in defeating the Asurans. Rodney McKay and his team are back on their quest to capture the black dragon, Jhepard-shon. Shep though is determined not to be found... mostly because he is still recovering from the last attack.
Chapter 4
“Are you insane?” Rodney shouted over his shoulder as he urged Aggy to a speed greater than her aged legs could muster. A long dragon roar echoed through the Grey Forest, and Rodney kneed Aggy desperately, adrenalin tinged fear racing through him. She determinedly ignored him and trotted on in her moderate run.
Teyla, behind him, did not answer. Her face was set with grim determination as she lay low over her running Tiger. Fortunately, all of the mounts could maintain Aggy’s haphazard pace, even Ronon’s Battle Tortoise. As expected, the Miniature Elephant was bringing up the rear, struggling to keep up loaded with Carson, Radek, and their paraphernalia. Evan streaked ahead of them, his Great Elk easily out distancing them all. Lucky bastard.
Then an idea hit him upside the head like his old Uncle Bill used to when he was a child. Turning in his saddle, trusting Aggy to avoid low hanging branches, Rodney yelled at Carson, “Open up a blasted portal, Carson. Straight to Atlantis!”
The rat faced Zech hit Carson with a book, no doubt berating his friend for not thinking of that sooner. Ignoring Radek, Carson scowled at them both and shouted over the thunder of the elephant’s running feet, “I’ve not had to cast a portal whilst running for me life, McKay! It’s not a simple matter!”
“No time like the present to learn, Nitwit!” Radek yelled something in Zech as well, probably matching Rodney’s ire.
Rodney would have tried to cast a portal himself, but his portals had a habit of wandering to locations unplanned-like underwater- when they were not anchored by way point. Besides, the calculations for a portal whilst on the move were tricky and required a focused mind. Shards, Carson was going to send them to the far side of Brother Moon, Rodney thought.
Behind them, a cut of trees burst into flame and a shadow blacker than the night swept overhead with a roar. The dragon had found them
“Carson!” Rodney cried. Even underwater would be better than here.
Ahead, more trees burst into flame. One exploded like a firework, nearly catching Evan in the blast. Cursing, Lorne turned left, trying to outdistance the fire and prevent them from being trapped. Fortunately, Carson got his ass into gear. A few feet ahead of Lorne the swirling blue of a portal opened, colouring the trees in shades of blue.
Instantly, it swallowed Evan as he charged through. Before Rodney had a chance to check behind him on his friends, he had reached the portal’s edge, and he was sucked inside. Pulling Aggy up, he whirled to see where the portal had dumped them. Tall, familiar blue spires rose above, the cool music of the Thorian fountains a balm to frayed nerves. Home. The Star Court of Atlantis.
Still whirling with Aggy huffing underneath him, Rodney saw Teyla and then Ronon hurry through the portal. The ragged man Ronon had rescued lay draped over his tortoise still senseless to the favour they’d done him - saving him from being a dragon’s midnight snack.
Last, Bertie rumbled through, huffing like a toy rail-machine with Carson and Radek squealing like a pair of weypiglets on his back. “Close it, close it, you fool!”
“You opened it!”
Before Carson could wrap his woolly Gaelic head around the notion of undoing what was cast, a torrent of fire red coloured the portal, heralding the imminent arrival of a massive dragon and its flame. With a squeak, Carson frantically closed the portal with a resounding snap. The event horizon glowed red with residual energy, but no dragon emerged.
“Cutting it a tad close there, Mage Beckett,” A red-faced Sir Evan drawled, leaning forward on his elk, arms draped over its neck.
“Aye, aye, but I closed it,” Carson beamed, wiping his beading forehead with his sleeve. Radek had collapsed on his back and was fanning himself with a piece of parchment, while muttering under his breath. Bertie, their elephant, was panting loudly but picking at a few night blooming flowers with his small trunk.
There were sounds of running footsteps and calls to arms all around them, so their arrival had been noticed. The alarm was uncalled for as only Atlantean Mages could open portals into Atlantis proper. Rodney bristled at the implied insult even though he was glad that they had arrived with a fanfare. In the tense silence before more people joined them, Rodney turned to Teyla, who sat motionless on her tiger, face shut off and distant in expression.
“What in the hell happened to peaceful negotiations?”
Ronon answered, “Sumner happened.”
Rodney snorted, “I saw that, but the flaming dragon was hardly responding well to your ritual. Where in the hell is the other one?” Teyla refused to look at him, studying the bridle in her hands instead.
Face flushed with emotion, Radek sat up and barked, “Isn’t one dragon enough, McKay?”
“All well and fine until it joins that black brute in tearing Atlantis apart!” Rodney spluttered, ignoring the spray of salvia that burst from his lips as he spoke. No one answered him, and McKay huffed in response.
An array of Atlantean knights arrived - the Veil Guard, the Queen’s Guard, and even the Princess’s personal Guard. The city was certainly on edge, and Princess Samantha had arrived with her soldiers Silence fell over the group as she strode forward, battle armour ready, beautiful in the full moonlight.
“Rodney, what’s all this?” she said stiffly, eyes studying their still panting group.
Squirming a little, McKay straightened and reported politely, “We found the Dragon, Princess...”
Samantha cut him off, clearly impatient, “Where is it? Certainly not here...”
“Oh, it’s coming, Sa... Princess, sir. It attacked Sumner and then chased us. It was hot on our heels... I’m sure it’ll follow.” Rodney trailed off because in truth he was not certain, and Sam’s expression was not impressed. As that realisation dawned on him, he tried not to let it show on his face. Ever attuned to his reactions, Sam frowned. “Not necessarily, eh, Rodney?”
“Ah,” he gulped.
“Actually, Princess. I think it’s almost a guarantee the dragon, Jhepard-shon, will come to Atlantis.”
All eyes turned to Ronon, who gracefully slid off his tortoise, sandaled feet landing gently on the cobbles. Shaking his long hair and straightening his robes, he met the Princess’s stern gaze with a confident calm.
“He’ll come because of him.” He raised a hand to the silent and unconscious almost-snack. Only the snack was awake and was looking around in confused consternation, slowly sitting up on the back of the tortoise.
“I don’t think the dragon is so attached to a potential meal...” Rodney heard himself mutter before his brain could tell his mouth to shut up as Teyla shot him a glare.
Princess Samantha was studying the man on the tortoise with a keen, discerning eye. Ronon was now pointing at the singing fountains. The Thorian fountains were normally dark pools of song at night, perfect fixtures for couples keen on hidden romance. Now they were glowing from within, a deep, electric blue light in the middle of each fountain. That was not all. A handful of small apertures and decorative designs no one had even realized were light fixtures were illuminated in a similar blue all around the greater Court area.
Studying the glowing fountains and glowering man, Samantha quietly ordered, “Bind him and take him to the central tower.”
Her Guard moved swiftly to obey, and the stranger did not protest or struggle as he was bound and hurried away. Almost immediately after his departure, the lights in the fountains began to fade and vanish as if they were imaginary. In the distance as the Guard escorted the man towards the tower, the occasional light illuminated with his passage.
“Well done, Ronon... and you, McKay,” Princess Samantha nodded, her face relaxing slightly. “Maybe there is hope yet.”
Rodney stared in confusion at both the disappearing stranger and Samantha. The dawn of an idea was tickling the window panes of his mind. Could it be? Before the idea could blossom, Rodney felt the wind knocked out of him as the Princess barked, “Bind Sir Teyla as well. Escort her to the brig.”
Without protest, Teyla bowed low and submitted to the escort of her own Guard and left without saying a word. Her boot steps echoed loudly in the Court, the area now completely dark save for the signal lights from the citadel towers. Everyone else including Samantha left thereafter, returning to their interrupted duties leaving Rodney, Ronon, Evan, Carson and Radek alone in the quiet, now dark corner of the Court.
“I feel like I’m missing something important,” Carson muttered, patting a scroll against his chin.
They all nodded. Rodney had a sneaky suspicion, and he did not like the implications. Not one bit. Without looking at Ronon, he said, “Dex, are you ready to share your thoughts yet?” Ronon always had some crazy theory floating around his head. For once Rodney thought the one that had hatched in his brain might rival Ronon’s.
“I need to check out some books first,” Ronon replied.
Rodney huffed loudly and wanted to do the same, but his priority lay in checking on the construction of his Mechanicals. Peculiar mysteries could wait. “Carson, Radek, come. We need to check on that idiot Kavanaugh before he ruins my designs.”
“Our designs!”
Tipping his absent helm to Ronon and Evan, Rodney urged Aggy towards the stables. Later there would be time enough to figure out the mystery. If they survived the Dragon. And the Asurans.
Rodney fought the compulsion to laugh hysterically.
*sga*dragon*sga*dragon*sga*dragon* sga*dragon*sga*dragon*sga*dragon* sga*dragon*sga*dragon*sga*dragon
Shep tore through the air, flying as skillfully as he knew how, utilising each and every current to his advantage, streaking like a blur through the air, maximising his speed.
The cowardly Atlanteans may have escaped him through a cursed portal, but he knew exactly where they had taken Cam.
Already the spires of Atlantis were distant pin pricks on the horizon. He’d be there soon.
He was racing the dawn, the sun pinking the horizon over the ocean, which glistened in night blackened gloom, twinkling like the heavens above. It was not just the sun he raced. He had to time this just right - reach Atlantis with enough strength to rip it apart and find Cam - before his twice borrowed energy ran out.
And death claimed him.
He bugled long and deep, exulting in the glory and rush of his final flight.
*sga*dragon*sga*dragon*sga*dragon* sga*dragon*sga*dragon*sga*dragon* sga*dragon*sga*dragon*sga*dragon
Cam was beyond concerned. What in the hell had happened? One minute he was by the lake with Shep and now he was in Atlantis, captured and being dragged who the shards knew where. Fortunately, he regained consciousness in time to realise that Shep was both alive and chasing after him. At least, that’s what he hoped the fire attack on the portal meant, but the humans also confirmed Shep being well enough to pursue them.
It meant there was a smidgen of hope that rescue was possible, but only a smidgen. Shep was in no condition to be fighting off hundreds of knights just to reach one friend. It wouldn’t stop him from trying, though.
A little more worrying though was the way Atlantis was reacting to him. As the soldiers hauled him through massive flights of stairs, odd designs illuminated, whether on the floor, wall, or ceiling. The men kept shooting him worried looks, but Cam had no real answer he’d care to give. The City was obviously not as dead as so many believed.
Eventually after what seemed like miles of stairs and corridors, they reached their destination, a large room in the highest spire. Judging by the trappings and decorations, it was a fairly important and ceremonial room. Lots of pomp and circumstance happened here. It was the throne room, if the large throne- like chair in the middle was any indication.
Here only two lights illuminated as he entered, both hidden behind tapestries. Now that they had arrived, the guards were at a loss as to what to do. They paused in the middle of the long carpet leading to the throne, looked at each other, and stopped.
The ropes around his wrists were tight and secure, and Cam still felt groggy and woozy from passing out earlier and would have appreciated a chair or something. Neither guard spoke to him, and Cam certainly wasn’t going to say anything, not yet. Even if he really wanted to quip something about the odd expression one of the kings had in a tapestry close by. The guy looked positively pained. Either it was an accurate reflection of the moment in history (and oh boy, did Cam want to hear that story), or the King had pissed off the artist who did the tapestry.
The blonde princess strode into the room followed by several more knights, her long legs quickly eating up the length of the room. She was kind of hot for a human, and Cam appreciated the fire in her eyes as she studied him.
“Who are you?” she said standing in front of him, hands on her hips, hair highlighted by the torchlight. Cam stared blankly back at her and said nothing. Her gaze intensified, eyes narrowing with anger. “Who are you?”
There was no point lying to her - Atlantis had betrayed any chance he had at laying low and pleading ignorance and or gratitude for being saved from being a dragon’s meal. At the time he’d been too stunned to lay the ground work for being an innocent bystander, and now the soft, glowing blue lights were screaming ‘not normal!’. Instead Cam went with silence. Might not be a smartest route, but at least it was safest for now. The less said, the better.
The princess continued to stare at him, her lips thin with anger. “Put him on the throne.” Startled, Cam was dragged towards the throne and roughly shoved into the seat. As his rear touched the hard surface, a dozen more lights activated in the room. The Princess was staring at him intently as if expecting something more.
Confused, Cam stared back and waited.
After several seconds, the princess walked forward and said, “Think about waking up.”
Huh? Cam thought. But his thoughts, directed by her words, were already tumbling around the idea of waking up and why it was important. The penny dropped, and Cam nearly laughed out loud. They were trying to wake Atlantis.
As expected, nothing further happened, and Cam resisted the urge to laugh and tell the Princess she was out of luck. Dragonborn had zero chance of interacting with an Ancient City beyond a surface buzz, but he stayed silent and waited.
Frustrated, the Princess shook her head and said loudly, “Enough. Take him to the secure cell on eleven.” She turned on her heel and strode out of the room, her boots ringing on the stones. The guards manhandled Cam out of the chair, down the stairs, and out of the room, their grip hard on his arms. Cam did not resist and as the door to the little room slammed close, he let out the smile that had been pressing down on him.
“Well, well, well,” he whispered. Now he knew exactly why they had wanted a dragon.
*sga*dragon*sga*dragon*sga*dragon* sga*dragon*sga*dragon*sga*dragon* sga*dragon*sga*dragon*sga*dragon
She hadn’t slept, tension and nerves kept her moving, pacing in her chambers. Near dawn she had felt the urge, the need to dress - and so she had pulled on her armour. It suited her mood, and the tension in the air.
Elizabeth sipped a soothing cup of Freeling tea and watched the sun rise over the Bay. Below her, the city was awakening. Or rather some of it was. Most of her army and the various Guards had been busy all night between preparations, construction and late night arrivals. Even with all of the warning they had had, Atlantis was still not fighting fit. Too much of the city lay in a dilapidated state, the walls weak in too many places. Several large mechanical soldiers were already on the battlements facing out towards the potential threat of the Asuran fleet, their metal reflecting slightly in the predawn light. They were probably not going to be enough but would certainly help.
This moment, caught between dawn and night, between action and sleep, this pause between breath and inhalation, felt like being poised on the crest of a wave. Elizabeth felt like she was hanging on a precipice and at any moment she would fall. Or find her feet.
A gentle knock broke her musings, and she called out, “Enter.”
With purpose in her step, Samantha strode in, nodding in respect. She did not wait for leave to speak, her cause too urgent, and blurted out, “It did not work, My Queen. He sat down on the chair and nothing happened. But... the city does seem to acknowledge or recognise him. The lights indicate that.”
Elizabeth closed her eyes, defeat clawing at her stomach, seeding her heart with despair. “Turning on lights is not enough, Sam.” She had felt such hope when Samantha told her of the City’s response to this stranger - this silent man.
“The City fairly hummed when the Black Dragon was here, Majesty. We both felt it.” What irony was that those charged with the City’s protection, and who best felt the stirring of the City at times - had been outshone by a Dragon.
Nodding, Elizabeth put down her tea and faced her general. “Samantha, we need more than a hum. Do we have any idea why the City responds so to them?”
Perhaps desperate in her own way, still needing to hold onto their fragile hope, Sam interrupted her, “Ronon, the scholar, Majesty, he has a theory. He... he seems to think that the man we have in the Tower is... a different type of dragon, as it were. He at least seems to have grasped the theory of Daniel’s ranting. If that man is truly a Dragon, somehow...”
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow in wry amusement but was not amused at all. “He’s awfully small for a dragon, dear.”
Huffing in shared laughter, Sam sighed, “Exactly. Something is peculiar about him though, even if he’s not a dragon. Perhaps he is of the lost line of the Ancients, however unlikely as that is. He is not speaking or co-operating and well, if we only had the Black to at least test or try, we’d be able to....”
Twin cries of alarm rent the pre-dawn air. The sun had barely revealed itself; Sister Moon was still sinking in the north over the mountains. The alarm horns continued to call out in strident, urgent tones, and Samantha and Elizabeth ran to the balcony.
The first cause for alarm was instantly obvious. Somehow, in the stillness and blackness of the night, the Asuran fleet had closed three days travel into one night, and thirty massive ships were approaching the bay. All that much needed preparation time was lost: they were out of time. Fortunately, the ships were still out of range of the City with dawn alerting the Atlanteans to their presence. But it didn’t matter - the City was not ready to repel this kind of attack.
A burst of rushed air and a black blur obscured their view for an instant. A spine-chilling bugle sounded over the city as if challenging the horns and sirens of alarm for supremacy. This was followed by a blast of fire at one of the turrets of Guards. Only glimpsed, it was still a certainty - the Black Dragon was here
Of all the luck. Elizabeth thought to herself: a mixture of bad and worse luck with maybe a morsel of good. Asur was here and there was no more time for doubts.
She nodded at Samantha and ordered, “Go, defend the city. Do not let them overrun us. Give - buy me some time. Use McKay’s mechanicals to stall the Asurans. Don’t use our soldiers for as long as possible.”
Samantha stared into her eyes for a long moment, perhaps searching for signs of fear or doubt or maybe just reassurance. Finally, with a firm nod she ran off to do what she did best - find a miracle in the worst of situations.
Elizabeth sighed to herself, “Leave the Dragon to me.”
The mighty beast flew past her balcony again, flaming the inner wall, sending her soldiers running. Grabbing her sword and taking a second to check her armour, Elizabeth ran out of her room, calling as she did, “Bring Daniel and the stranger to the throne room. Now!”
The corridors and halls of Atlantis were instantly awash with people running to battle stations, servants and non-essential citizenry running for the safety of the ground floors. They all stepped aside for their Queen as she ran past, many of them nodding in respect and wishing her well. Elizabeth nodded in return, but did not pause.
It was a long run down to the throne room through many stairs ,and she arrived at the same time as Janet and Daniel. Peter and Charles from her Guard were already in the room, anxiously guarding the stranger, who was scanning the rush and scramble to arms with an expression equal parts amused and concerned.
Torren and Halling of the Veil Guard were in place, no doubt ready to defend the way points of the city should Asur try and use that avenue to attack. The solid, shimmering presence of the Veil was not in evidence, and Elizabeth felt a shiver of fear run through her.
The throne room was mid-way up the central tower and had an incredible view of the city below, Lantea Bay, and deep vast Pegasus Ocean. Atlantis was truly the fairest city in all the realm of Equestria, and her ancestors had chosen this room both for the view and the throne contained therein as their seat of power. It impressed upon any visitor of state the might of Atlantis. When the dragon outside bugled loudly in challenge, and the first crash of the Asuran assault echoed through the city, everyone in the room looked out of the floor to ceiling windows.
The lofty vantage allowed Elizabeth to watch an array of missiles hurled from the Asuran ships crash into the walls, towers, and homes of her people. The tower was high enough that none of the missiles reached them, but the shudder that ran through the city rumbled beneath their feet as well.
“Halling, why is the Veil not in place?” Elizabeth cried, striding further into the room, motioning at the Veil’s absence. His face grim, his expression clearly indicating his unhappiness, Halling bowed low. “Majesty, Sir Teyla still holds the Key. It is a lengthy process to transfer the Key from a living Captain to another.” He trailed off, uncertain how to offer a remedy.
Cursing softly, Elizabeth rounded on her guard who waited her orders. “Send every spare warrior down to the princess. Bates, bring Teyla to me, now. The rest of you, secure the tower and take up your battle stations.”
Each soldier nodded and ran off to do her bidding, leaving only Peter and Charles behind with their prisoner. Daniel was muttering to himself in a corner, his face pressed against the large window, staring at the battle below.
Now that she was here, Elizabeth found herself at a loss as to what to do. She, the city, her people, needed the Black Dragon. Another volley of missiles hit the city, the Battle Mages’ wards turning aside a few, but too many landed. How was she supposed to stop the Dragon from damaging the City, draw its attention and somehow - somehow persuade it to help? Even if that help was simply attacking the Asurans instead of them
There was one avenue for answers standing sullenly in the room with his arms bound behind him. Striding over to the stranger, Elizabeth stared at him. “Who are you?”
With a guarded expression, the man stared back at her like no man in Atlantis ever had, directly into her eyes, unafraid of who she was and what she represented. Not even a visiting Ambassador had ever met her eyes with such frank appraisal, with such condemnation in their eyes. With his cool blue eyes and dark golden hair, there was nothing that exuded dragon about this man, yet at the same time something uncomfortable stirred with Elizabeth - a worm of shame.
The man’s gaze was too knowing, was too certain for a mere farmer or soldier. No, there was something that tickled her mind, something akin to the brief touches she felt from Atlantis. A suspicion bloomed - a wild, crazy idea, but her life was filled with crazy ideas right now.
“Catchell-meron?”
His smirk was brief and cheeky, and Elizabeth almost reached out to touch him, half afraid he would up and fly away instantly. Was it, could it be true?
“Pellem suam iacet,” Daniel muttered from his side of the room, eyes still gazing below, but his right hand was waving at them - at the stranger, at Catchell-meron, the gold dragon who had challenged her Court, and rescued the Black Dragon, Jhepard-shon.
Her mind racing with possibilities, plans, desperate hopes, Elizabeth opened her mouth to speak, but was derailed as Teyla, under Bates’ guard, arrived in the Throne Room. Even stripped of her blue and gold armour, Teyla exuded quiet, calm competence. Brief anger flared within Elizabeth at Teyla’s betrayal, but there was no time for recriminations and argument. “The Veil please, Sir Teyla.”
Nodding and bowing low, Teyla took hold of her sword, which Bates had brought with him. Instantly the Veil, the massive ward that prevented non-Atlanteans from drawing waypoints or opening portals into the City, flared to life. Its shimmering blue flicker, so similar to the way point, covered the throne room and hopefully the rest of the city. It had been and would remain a security risk: the Veil needed to be reset every dawn without fail.
Elizabeth noted Teyla’s gaze, not directed to the city in peril, but to the man, the dragon standing in their midst. For a second, Elizabeth thought she saw something pass between them, an acknowledgement, a flash of communication. Perhaps she was being overly suspicious. In the midst of these thoughts, she was distracted as Rodney and his friends, including her court painter, bustled into the Throne Room, uninvited.
“Sir McKay! What....”
Rodney’s face was bright red, his armour in disarray, and he blurted, “The Asurans have breached the first wall. The wards are failing on all sides, My Queen. The Princess asks for more ... Watch out!”
McKay pointed behind them towards the broad shimmering windows. Instinctively Elizabeth turned just in time to see a night-born terror, wingspan blocking out the sun, hurtling towards the windows. “Run!”
Everyone but Daniel scattered for cover. In the spilt second before dragon hit the glass, Daniel reached up, his hand pressed on the glass, and sighed happily, “Draco prisco sanguine.” No one heard him though.
He and the glass went flying as the incredible form of the Dragon crashed through the window and barrelled into the Throne Room. The room was the largest in the tower, bar the entry way at the base. The tower was hardly a diminutive structure either, but not in living memory had anything so completely and utterly filled the room as the dragon did, as it righted itself and flared out its wings, limbs and tail for balance - and intimidation, no doubt.
Elizabeth had sought cover at the far end of the room, near the open double doors, her sword drawn and ready. Peter and Charles stood unwavering beside her, their prisoner on his knees, head bowed beneath their blades. The dragon roared, a mighty sound that broke the remainder of the windows, exposing the whole room to the wind and sounds of battle outside. It turned towards them, massive mouth open, teeth flashing and snarled, “Release him!”
Bravely stepping forward, sword ready but not directed at him, Elizabeth took a depth breath and cried out, “Wait, please! You may be able to kill us all with one roar, Jhepard-shon, but your friend will die just as quickly.”
In response, Peter pressed down on his blade, its edge biting into the soft skin of Catchell-meron’s neck. Neither dragon made a sound, but Elizabeth felt a shiver run through her as the black dragon glowered at her, his eyes piercing in their intensity, its hot breath wafting over her. The moment hung between them, and Elizabeth fought the distraction of checking on her city with the overwhelming terror of staring down a dragon. There was a lot of activity on the second wall, explosions and the flares of spells and wards, but the dragon was right there.
Jhepard-shon glowered at her, his attention unshaken. “Speak, Queen. Your city is under attack. What do you want?”
Now, standing before a dragon, a beast of so much legend and myth, one who even scholars had dismissed as extinct, Elizabeth found that her plan was mad - insane. Woolsey was right - it was an impossible idea.
A concussive wave rocked the city nearly knocked her off her feet, and Elizabeth felt her stomach drop as the second wall fell, crumbling like dust from this distance.
Out of time and out of options, Elizabeth faced the Dragon and shoved her pride aside, “We need your help.”
*sga*dragon*sga*dragon*sga*dragon* sga*dragon*sga*dragon*sga*dragon* sga*dragon*sga*dragon*sga*dragon
Part 5