This is almost exactly like deja-vu. Two days have passed since I was abducted. Nagil is still carrying me to an unknown destination, probably a castle. I am utterly starving. Two days without food really weakens you. I'm kind-of glad I am in a pouch because I might have fallen off by now. But my thirst is unquenchable. There is a raging fire in me. Everything feels dry and cracked. As soon as we land, I am going to eat all the snow on the ground and have it melt in my mouth. Suddenly I was thrown to the ceiling of the pod and back. That was the final straw. I screamed and cried and howled until I could only manage a faint whimper. Everything hurt. It was painful to die. All I wanted was rest. I dug my fingernails into a the pod and closed my eyes for the last time.
YOU ARE READING
Dragon Rider
FantastikThe dragons are searching. Searching for someone worthy. Searching for answers. Searching for life. Searching for the only thing that can save them. Hakud is that thing. (Also Hakud is the narrator so you won't really find his name in the book)
