"First I would like to thank those that are commenting, voting, fanning me, and adding my story to their libraries! So THANK YOU! I couldn't have gotten over a thousand views without you guys! You guys are amazing! Any who, I originally made this story to be just one solid story, short and simple with no sequels. I didn't even think it would get that many views! I am close to naming the world they live in and having other books that merge into main story! Due to all the support I am getting I may just do that! So please comment below on said idea and also this chapter! Remember to vote, comment, and all the other stuff ya do! Happy reading! Oh and the pic to the side (if it shows up) is a certain council member who will be introduced.
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Zralor’s POV
The attack did not go quite as it was planned.
As I flew dodging in and out from the range of the human’s weapons my mind seemed to merge with my instincts. It was something that the veteran warriors had told me about back when I was just a youngling. Back then I didn’t quite understand what they had been talking about. But now I knew. When you’re actually on the battlefield all reasoning just melts away; only leaving the warrior’s instinct.
Zartiyil had been perched on my head giving me advice about incoming attacks. Part of me was glad that we flew as one in battle while the other told me it wasn’t supposed to be me she was perched on. She should be with her own dragon, not me. For that split second I slowed when I remembered that, I felt something cold and hard wrap around my wings. Next thing I know I was falling.
Down. Down. Down I went and was plummeting towards the water around the human’s fortress. Is this it? Am I really to die this soon? My poor mate…
Suddenly I felt my wings break loose from the grip of the human’s trap. I don’t know how or why but I didn’t question it. I sn..." http://wattpad.com/story/902395
