“Dhama turned and scratched her head, her eyes narrow. “Oh, I do remember. I also remember being left alone to organize their beds while my dear friend went missing for a while, and then a fire broke out near the Garrison.”
Sekhenna blushed…”
“You are going to die.” Kerrick thought, and came to a halt in the rear of the group as they set their sights on the Huntmaster and his prey…
“Real brave, ‘eh?” He repeated and knelt beside her. “Been looking ‘er ye’ some time, girl.” He widened his grin and revealed a grizzled row of rotten brown teeth, many of them chipped.
She turned to face him, “You know, Lambs Head Flower boiled in water releases a sap, useful for cleaning your teeth.”
He closed his mouth immediately and kicked her in the stomach.
“Your orders are as follows,” The General took over. “You will be sent in two parties, one to push ahead and begin the retrieval, while the other brings the wagon with the filtration equipment to the site. We currently have most of the bodies trapped in a net but it won’t hold for long. These men…” He gestured behind himself. “Will be your escorts.
“…Emry saw Balshenai lift her head and point her mouth to the ground when she spoke. From the depths of her razor filled maw, her companion ejected a fountain of white-hot flame that spread across the ground in all directions. It swept through the underbrush and turned the surrounding vegetation to ash instantly. A few guards dropped their weapons to run, but none were fast enough. Balshenai’s flame erupted from the ground in pillars that devoured the city guards in a blinding flash of white light.”
Prologue, Part I: [SoW] Prologue, Part One: Emry of the River No sooner than she released the haft did she fall back behind her parent’s bed. The arrow found its mark in the center of the man’s left eye, a sick crunch echoed through the bedroom as it embedded itself. Emry
Emry backed away from the dragon and folded her arms. “Why now? Why have I never known you existed, let alone that you ‘protected’ us?” She crossed to the dragon’s opposite eye.
“Because I promised your mother you never would.”
The Grimoire of Finality 