Step into a mesmerizing world where dragons soar high into the vast skies and legends become reality. " Dragon Savior: A New Beginning " is a captivating fantasy novel that follows the adventure of Starfania, a young girl destined to find her true p...
Aeron exhaled sharply as they stood amid the ruins, his eyes still drawn toward the river beyond the camp.
" Why aren't we following him?" he asked, unable to hide the frustration in his voice. " The man told us where Lyam went. If we hurry—"
Violet nodded in agreement, clutching Atlas's horn a little tighter. " Yeah. What if he needs help right now?"
Starfania shook her head slowly, her gaze fixed on the destroyed encampment.
" Because Lyam didn't come here by accident," she said. Her voice was steady, but there was a sharp edge beneath it. " He was looking for something. And now that I've seen this with my own eyes..."
She gestured to the scorched tents, the fallen banner. " My father wasn't hunting dragons. He was preparing for something much bigger."
Aeron frowned. " You think this place was part of that plan."
" I know it was," Starfania replied quietly. " And Lyam knows it too. He's survived this long by staying one step ahead of my father. If anyone can take care of himself, it's him."
Violet hesitated, then nodded, trust winning over doubt. " So...the answers are here."
" Yes," Starfania said. " Whatever Lyam came for, he either found it—or got close."
They approached a tent that stood taller and more intact than the others, its reinforced frame and heavier canvas setting it apart. Even in ruin, it radiated authority. The entrance flap hung partially open, swaying faintly in the air. A heavy silence settled over them as they stepped inside. The scent of ink and aged parchment lingered beneath the sharper tang of smoke. Maps covered the walls—routes marked in red, encampments circled, symbols scrawled with ruthless precision. Notes and battle plans lay scattered across tables, each one a glimpse into the cold logic of war. Starfania's breath caught as her eyes locked onto the central map.
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It wasn't just local—it spanned regions. Too many regions. Atlas padded behind her, his massive form careful despite the cramped space. Torchlight glinted off his scales as Violet remained perched on his back, her eyes wide as she took everything in. Drogo and Aeron followed, both growing tense by the second.
" This place..." Aeron murmured, running a hand over a marked table. " If Lyam was here, he must've left something behind. A clue, anything."
They didn't need to say more. They split up immediately, moving with purpose—rifling through crates, lifting scrolls, skimming journals. Every rustle of paper felt loud in the tense quiet.
Time stretched thin, each second heavy with expectation. Starfania's fingers brushed against a worn leather-bound journal resting alone on a desk. Its cover bore an unfamiliar crest—sharp lines, almost Draconic. Her pulse quickened as she opened it. Before she could read, Aeron spoke again, his voice low and grim. " This isn't just any tent. This is where they planned their war strategies."
