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As Keaghan spotted me he abandoned his sword and charged at me, muscles in his neck bulging as adrenaline pumped through his bloodstream. The gap between us began to shrink, and I knew it would be futile to try to impale him with an arrow. Instead, I raised my arms in an attempt to fend off the imminent impact. Nothing could have prepared me for what happend next.

Boom!

I was thrown to the ground, but not by Keaghan's metal covered shoulder. I frantically whipped my head towards the sky, and directly above us, perched on the top of a building, was an ominous black dragon. I scrambled towards Yuhra, Endrid, and Ovordil, my feet slipping on fragments of what had once been a roof. I hadn't seen the other Handmaidens since the intial charge into Erandor, and I began to worry.

"A dragon!" I shrieked as I pointed at the winged lizard. These must be dark times indeed. . . I thought to myself.