I am back (3)

Zhakhil spent the rest of the journey thinking only about the dragon. He had not even taken a minute to hold his family's lives in his arms. The emptiness within him made him lifeless.

He sat quietly thinking of his time with the king. Their time together was quick paced that their love had no time to bloom. His eyes outside the window stared into the night sky. 

The stars were twinkling brightly as though mocking his suffering. Thunder and lightning were in the sky but there was no sign for the storm. It was yet another weird thing about the Xaddrin that he was going to miss. 

"Zhakhil," Xaddrin called for him. He breathed out loudly in exhaustion. The dragon's voice was the last thing he wanted to hear at that moment. 

The dragon was responsible for taking him away from his home, he was obsessed in ways that Zhakhil could not accept. 

"I want to talk to you," Xaddrin let out.