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As I reached my companions, tiredly I nocked an arrow and shot it in the direction of the dragon. I hadn't even took the time to aim due to the fact that the dragon took up half the sky, the arrow was bound to hit the reptilian menace. The arrow soared through the air, humming like an angry wasp, but did little more than chip the scales on the shoulder of the beast.

The dragon then turned its massive ebony skull, and glared down upon my companions and I with an annoyed expression. It then jammed open its maw and shot a gout of flames in our direction. I bunched up the muscles in my leg, ready to dodge the blazing stream of fire. Though before I could launch myself from the ground Keaghan's sword embedded itself in the bedrock in front of me.

As the fire impacted the sword it curved around the huge blade, as if protected by our enchantment, and in turn protecting us. I was truly grateful to Keaghan. I would have been able to dodge the flames, but I wasn't so sure if Yuhra, Endrid, and Ovordil could do the same. They all lacked the agility that I had trained myself in from traveling through the treetops in the Silverwood Forests.

Then came the question, should I leave Keaghan to his fate, or should I stay and defend him while risking the life of my sister Handmaiden, and my love. I heard the words of the ancient language seep from Endrid's fair mouth, and watched as she shot a current of blue flames towards the dragon. Fire was Endrid's forte, so I suspected that maybe she could defeat the dragon with his own element. Though it was useless, Endrid breathed the flame until the dragon's scales glowed bright orange, like a sword recently removed from the forge, but all the dragon did was stare down at Endrid mockingly.

His glowing scales didn't even seem to bother him in the least, and when Endrid finally gave up he turned his attention back to Keaghan, as if we weren't even worth his time.