She lifted her sword, ready to strike. This time, she'd get out of here in time. She wouldn't lose her voice, and her dragon. She was stronger than those who hurt her. She could kill them. She'd killed before, she could do it again. She was strong, strong like a dragon. She could kill. This was nothing...
She swung her sword. A perfect move for a kill.
"Cessilia."
The sound of two metals clashing woke her up. She raised her head to face Ashen standing before her. He was like a wall, his broad torso blocking all of her sight.
"Cessilia," he called her again.
She blinked twice, as if she had just woken up. Cessilia was out of breath, and two strands of her curls were falling on her face, but as she looked up at him, he could tell his princess was back. She was just realizing where she
