Chapter 77

The Dragon landed, crushing a few trees in the vicinity under its massive bulk. It was staggeringly huge like a living breathing mansion had dropped in. One with the shape of a serpent that had two wide wings and a long tail.

My eyes were caught by the way the sunlight shone on the scarlet scales they glimmered a resplendent crimson. Yellow, slitted eyes locked on me.

"You fought well, Sorcerer." The great Dragon complimented me.

I was grateful for their words, even if they didn't pierce my walls of doubt and settle as self-belief.

"You smell of distant kin." It told. "They have marked you."

"I have not met a dragon before. I know a Pendragon if that counts."

"It does not. No matter how arrogantly Uther and his spawn prattle." It huffed, an experience of a lifetime to watch a dragon huff. "Be careful, Sorcerer. Dragon's do not like to let go of their possessions."

"I will. Thanks for the warning."