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...
For a long moment after the armored figure disappeared, none of them spoke. The silence pressed in, thick and uncomfortable, broken only by the faint drip of water somewhere beyond the cell walls. Aeron finally exhaled, running a hand through his hair.
" So," he muttered, " we're just going to ignore the fact that we might've been captured by the very guy we're looking for?"
Starfania leaned back against the cold stone, her mind replaying every word the man had said. Territory. Consequences. He hadn't denied it. That alone gnawed at her. Violet hugged her knees to her chest. " He didn't say his name...but he knew too much."
" Yeah," Aeron said grimly. " And the armor. The dragon. The timing. If that wasn't Lyam, I'll eat my boots."
A heavy pause followed—fear creeping in where humor had no room. Starfania forced a crooked smile, lifting her hands slightly.
" Well," she said lightly, though her chest still ached with worry, " that's one way to greet someone."
Violet snorted despite herself, and even Aeron let out a quiet huff of laughter.
" Next time," Aeron added dryly, " I'd prefer a handshake. Or at least fewer bars."
The moment passed, but the worry didn't. Starfania's gaze drifted upward, her thoughts racing toward the sky. Atlas...please be alright. Far from the cell, beyond winding stone corridors and torch-lit halls, Lyam stood on a raised overlook carved into the mountain itself. The night wind tugged at his cloak as he stared down into the depths where their prisoners were held. Beside him stood an older man—broad-shouldered, battle-worn, with silver threading through his dark hair. His armor bore the same scaled motif, though dulled by age and countless campaigns. The general shifted uneasily.
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" Why are we locking young ones now?" he asked, his voice low but firm. " This doesn't feel right."
Lyam didn't answer at first. His eyes remained fixed on the distant cells, his jaw tight. For a moment, the weight of the decision pressed heavily on his shoulders—heavier than any blade. Then he turned to the general, his expression unreadable.
" They're not prisoners," Lyam said quietly. " Not really."
The general frowned. " Then what are they?"
Lyam looked back toward the darkness, toward the girl with midnight eyes and the weight of the world in her voice.
" A complication," he said. " And possibly...a turning point."
After a pause, he added, his tone firm and final, " Make sure our guests are fed. And see that they're taken care of."
The general hesitated, then nodded. " As you wish."
As he walked away, Lyam remained where he was, the wind carrying faint echoes of the world beyond the mountain. Dragon Savior, he thought. So that's who you are. And for the first time since the war began, Lyam wasn't certain whether fate had brought him an enemy—or an answer. Time dragged on in the cell, stretching thin and shapeless until it felt like it might snap. At some point, Violet started counting the cracks in the stone wall. She got to seventy-three before deciding two of them looked suspiciously like a lopsided dragon and arguing about it with Aeron for a solid five minutes. Aeron tried tapping out rhythms against the bars, insisting it helped him think—until Starfania threatened to knock his fingers if he didn't stop.
