"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...
APOLLOS' POV.... The next morning Ug. I stand up, and realize something odd. I stand up straight, and something bumps my back. I turn, and realize I never switched back. I focus on the human side, and my Shadows let it be dominant again. I let my Shadows out, and walk out of my tent. Pandora warbles, and continues to sleep. Lazy dragon. I look at the camp, and nearly scream. They're gone? A map is tied to a post in a hurried knot. A red fluid lays all over the place. They found me. I glance around, heart slowly coming to terms with what happened. I cut the map down, and a note falls into my hand.
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I sigh, and open the map. I groan. The only safe spot is the war zone. That means no stopping. I pull the Shadows in, and I wake Pandora up. She groans, but I wake her up. She growls when I insist we get out now. She warbles, and helps me pack whatever is left. We end up with a tent, a sleeping bag, a bag of jerky, and a full canteen. I hear rustling, and leap onto Pandora. It fades, and we take to the sky.
