PANDORA'S POV.
The lady asks, "Can I help you, young rider?"
I speak through Apollo, "Are you Kip's husband?"
She nods.
I speak again, "I'm sorry, but vigilantes killed Kip. He dissolved along with his dragon."
She stares at me, and whispers, "I knew they'd find him."
I ask, "Who?"
She growls, "Let's say the king doesn't like us."
I snarl at the mention of the king, and growl.
The woman ask, terrified, "Who are you? Which one is talking here?"
I reply, "I am Pandora, and my rider is Apollo. I'm talking because he's currently incapable of speech from shock."
The woman introduces, "I'm Feona. Kip would be glad you've come this far in your bonds."
I nudge Apollo's hand.
Feona glances at it, and notices the half heart.
She swipes the hair away from Apollo's brow, and she sees the scar.
She smiles, " Tarri Corillo."
I nod.
She notices the firey features I've obtained, and smiles.
She whispers to me alone, "Flame really did favor you."
Shock waves over me.
Apollo senses my shock, and strokes me.
Feona seems to remember something, and invites us in.
I duck as the door way passes over my head.
I plod after Apollo and Feona, who're talking among themselves.
I notice a clearing coming up, so I pick up my pace.
Then, Apollo picks up his tack case, and tells me to hurry.
I begin to run on the tile.
I notice how big the exit is, and smile. Dragonic exit!
I run out of the shack, into the outdoor dragon sport feild.
Feona instructs, "We'll start today! If you wonder why I am bot wollowing in my sorrow is because time stops for no lone wolf."
I smirk, and stand still so Apollo can practice saddling me.
This'll be fun!
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Unexpected Heroes
Fantasy"What are you doing climbing up to the heirs room?" Apollo is the crown prince of a kingdom named Arsalon. Arsalon has it's upsides , but mostly down sides. Raids are all anyone thinks about. Arsalon is the laughing stock of kingdoms on the penin...
