Anelisa

"Thrakos!" I shouted, my voice barely loud over the din of the dragon's roars.

But surprisingly, the dragon's head swiveled towards me, its eyes blazing with fury.

For a moment, I thought I saw a recognition, a chance of the old Thrakos, the one that had loved my husband, that had been his loyal companion.

There was tension between us and the only sound was the distant crackling of flames and the creaking of stone as the palace crumbled around us.

I took a step forward, my baby ...