Zadris pushed through the horde of people, using his broad shoulders.
"Are you the long lost princess of the Northern king of Arboria?" another creature shouted.
Their words confused Bela. She was nothing more than the only daughter of Lalia, the sorceress.
She felt Zadris's dread as if it were her own. It was a strange sensation. She knew the emotion wasn't hers as well as the anger he held in check, in tight control.
An image came to her mind, an immense dragon, its scales gleaming like liquid gold, pacing, angry...trapped.
A Numba stepped up to Bela, his face and body the color and texture of petrified wood. He shot his spiked tongue out at her, pricking her neck. Bela shrieked in terror. She just could not take it anymore and clawed at Zadris's chest, sobs choking her. She didn't
