The following hours are rough. Arguably, harder than the fight. Bodies need to be gathered and identified, properly given their dying rites. The remaining guards still look at me suspiciously, and I grip the sword tight, keeping it by my side the whole time.

Magnus and Eurus transform back into humans. Magnus stays by my side, arms crossed over his chest and steely glare ready for anyone who looks at me the wrong way. Eurus sits next to his brother’s dragon form, tending to ...