FREYA
My cold fingers touch the hot skin of the dragon and I feel as if my heart was just stabbed because he doesn’t react in any way to the contact.
No, no, no.. it can’t end like this… it’s Desmond. Desmond is strong. He will wake up soon. He is a dragon! Dragons heal fast!
I noticed the bleeding wounds. They weren’t big. After all, the harpies were much smaller than the dragon. But there were so many! I swallowed hard. Somewhere behind me, the newcomers were fighting off the remaining demons.
I didn’t care about any of that anymore. I came to the dragon’s head and touched him again.
Please, please, wake up!
“Desmond…” I whisper, but when he does not respond, a sound emerges from within me that reminds me more of a feral cry, “Desmond!”
I sob with my face tucked in the
