Shawn
Steam and the smell of sulfur and fire shifted the strands of my hair on my head. I felt the overwhelming presence of Iliad's dragon behind me as if waiting for orders. He took orders from no one but the respect he held for me and my resolve was enough. Several of the dragons from his clan flew overhead continuing on their path of destruction.
“What are we waiting for?” my father probed and I just stared at the crumbling mansion in front of me. The witch had given us the information we needed but we needed a plan. We couldn't just run in blind, especially with the foundation of the building so unstable now. They were in the basement. How far down was it. Where were they locked at? Were they together or separate? What condition were they in?
“Darcy!” I shouted through the ranks o
