CHAPTER One Hundred and Twenty- Six

  Present Day

  Setting fire to the human ships recalled the fall of Erith to Sylvin. The capital city of the human holdings, the jewel of the human occupation of Fae land, the kingdom to rule all kingdoms, had been constructed where once a Fae owned palace had stood, replacing Fae history with human, much as Macedius’ ancestors had built their palace over a dragon’s cavern.

  They had torn away the defences, piece by piece, until the Fae army had stormed the castle. Under the cover of night, Sylvin had transformed to dragon and set fire to the fleet of ships that had been evacuating the destruction of the city, whilst his soldiers had impaled those who managed to swim to shore.

  This time, his flight was shadowed by the three other dragons, and Macedius rode upon his back, the king roaring his delight as the dragons hunted down and set to flame every soldier-heavy human vessel that they could find along the stretch of coast called the channel.