Four years ago, Morgan was found half-dead near the dragon village of Thorsbury Upon Wick.
Morgan cannot remember what happened to her, but the villagers suspect she might be a dragon from their long lost ancestral homeland.
Adopted by the villager...
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E R I K
I ambled into a makeshift camp with a few dead rabbits over my shoulder. Byron was up early, chopping wood for the fire, while Ranni slept curled up on an old army cot by the fire. I tossed the rabbits onto the ground and prayed that no one asked too many questions about where I had been last night.
Byron acknowledged my arrival with a nod and continued to split logs for the fire. Ranni continued to sleep.
I eyed the few bags of food we had leftover and realised that we would soon be close to starvation.
"How much money do we have left?" I asked Byron.
"We have ten pounds left from the dagger I pawned in Bristol," he replied with a grim edge to his voice.
Since arriving in this strange place, we have had to sell our armour and weapons to get by. In this new world, I was no longer King but a pauper.
"Ten pounds won't see us through the next week," I sighed.
"Which is why we need to introduce the villagers to their brand new King. The village will be overjoyed to be reunited with their long-lost King," Byron said cheerfully. "We will be welcomed with open arms and hot food. Oh, how I long for a real bed and hot food."
"No, we pack up camp as soon as Ranni wakes up. We should head west again and see if we can find a way back home," I replied.
I couldn't stay here. My brother and sister-in-war would slit my throat if they knew who I had rescued last night. If they knew that the fox was alive, they would burn the entire village and dismember my poor little fox.
I had to lead them away from here and, more importantly, from her.
"We have spent four years travelling across countries and continents in order to find a way home. Don't you think we deserve a break? I would like to spend some time amongst our people instead of these homo-sapiens," Byron grumbled.
"No, we need to keep pushing forward," I said.
"Then why bring us back here?" Byron snapped.
There was an irritated sigh from Ranni in the army cot. She pushed back her blanket, sat up and asked, "What are you two squabbling about?"
Bryon threw his hands in the air and said, "He wants to leave."
Ranni's eyebrows drew together in confusion. "Why would you want to leave when we have just arrived?"
It was a valid question and one I didn't know how to answer. I shrugged my shoulders as I struggled for some kind of excuse.
"The dragons in the village are peasants and farmers. I doubt they'll be able to help us get home," I explained.
Ranni's facial features tightened. Her eyes narrowed on me, and panic blossomed inside my chest. She knew something was up.
"It was your idea to return to the village. We have only been here for a day, and already you want to leave?" She probed.
