Dragons breath

Chapter seven

The battle may have been over, but the danger was far from gone. As Draven and Kael caught their breath, the cavern around them seemed to hum with an ominous energy, the ancient symbols on the walls glowing faintly in the dim light.

"What is this place?" Kael asked, his voice hushed as he glanced around. The markings had drawn his attention before, but now they seemed more alive, as if reacting to the events that had just transpired.

Draven looked around, his expression thoughtful. "This cavern is ancient. It was once a sacred place for my kind, long before I was born. The symbols tell the stories of dragons—our history, our laws. Some of it I understand, but much of it has been lost to time."

Kael's fingers brushed against one of the glowing symbols, and a strange sensation tingled through his skin. "Do you think it could help us?" he asked, turning to Draven. "Maybe there's something here that can protect us from the others."

Draven stepped closer, his eyes narrowing as he examined the symbols more closely. "There are stories of ancient magic hidden in places like this," he said, his voice contemplative. "But it's dangerous. Even I don't fully understand how it works."

Kael's curiosity piqued. "Dangerous how?"

Draven hesitated, his expression grave. "The magic here is powerful, but it requires sacrifice. It's tied to bloodlines, to the essence of what makes us dragons. If we try to use it without fully understanding the consequences, it could destroy us."

Kael's heart sank at the thought. "Then what do we do? We can't just keep running."

Draven was silent for a moment, his gaze lingering on the glowing symbols. "There might be a way," he said finally, though his voice was heavy with uncertainty. "If I can tap into the magic of this place, I might be able to break the curse that binds me to my past. But it would be risky."

Kael felt a knot form in his stomach. "You could get hurt."

Draven nodded, his expression solemn. "Yes. But it's the only way to truly be free. I can't keep fighting my kind forever. Sooner or later, they'll catch up to us, and I won't be able to protect you."

Kael's heart ached at the thought of Draven putting himself in harm's way. "There has to be another way."

Draven reached out, gently taking Kael's hand in his. "I wish there were," he said softly. "But I can't keep running from who I am. I need to face this."

Kael squeezed Draven's hand, determination filling his chest. "Then we'll face it together."

Draven's eyes softened, a small smile playing on his lips. "You're too stubborn for your own good."

Kael grinned. "You wouldn't have it any other way."

With a deep breath, Draven turned toward the center of the cavern, where the symbols glowed the brightest. "If I'm going to do this, I need to focus. Stay close to me, but don't interfere. This magic is ancient, and I don't know how it will react."

Kael nodded, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched Draven step forward. He could feel the weight of the moment, the gravity of what Draven was about to do. The air seemed to thrum with energy, and the glowing symbols pulsed in time with Draven's movements.

Draven raised his hands, his eyes glowing with an inner light as he began to speak in a language Kael didn't recognize. The words were low and rhythmic, filled with power. The cavern responded, the walls vibrating with an ancient energy that made Kael's skin tingle.

As Draven continued the incantation, the glow from the symbols intensified, filling the cavern with a brilliant light. Kael could feel the magic building, a force that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. He could see the strain on Draven's face, the weight of the magic pressing down on him.