Twenty-Three:
Haven Haywood
My Mom took a deep breath, and began to tell us the tale of The Erasure. I focused on Ashden the entire time, worried about how she would react.She was a young dragon who didn’t have control over herself yet. If she were to shape shift into her true form, or she were to breathe fire, we’d be in for a world of hurt. I desperately wanted her calm. So, I reached over and I squeezed her hand.
I saw my Mom’s pointed look as she started talking. But I didn’t care. Prince George had given up the right to Ashden the minute he tried to have her killed.I would take whatever she would give me. Even if it was only letting me hold her hand like a lifeline.
“Twenty years ago, dragons flew the skies as freely as we walk the streets. They lived ordinary lives, but….they
