My name is David and I have a dragon.
Selphon's not a very big guy, only about the size of a sheep dog so far, but who cares because he can still singe a lot more than the curtains.
Life was going swell (as swell as it can b...
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THE WIND SNAPPED loudly against the shield of her helmet as the dark rider leaned over her motorcycle to weave between the cars on the freeway. Her briefcase struggled against the straps on her shoulders as she leaned into a particularly tight turn. She could smell the burn of rubber as her back tire skidded to avoid grazing the front of an old Buick going ten under the speed minimum. Horns sounded but she could barely hear it over the roar of her own accelerator as she cut quickly across two lanes to get to the next tunnel.
The world grew dark around her as the orange flood lights that lined the walls flashed against her peripherals.
Saida Hakim.
She knew it was dangerous for her mind to be anywhere but the road, but even so her thoughts continued to wander. There was something out there, something dark and brooding. She hugged the wall of the tunnel as she turned a tight bend. Her teeth were set on edge.
There was something...
She could feel her scarf coming undone inside her helmet, but there was nothing she could do about it in that moment. The shallow sunlight almost blinded her as the mouth of the tunnel came near. Even in the cold, clouded morning, the small amount of bitter light seemed blinding.
