Chapter Four

Castor did not know how long he traversed the skies after fleeing the Isle of Pain. The two Dragons who’d freed him had not followed, and that was good. He did not want to fight them.

Truth was, he did not know if he could fight, let alone win. His strength was waning as he flexed his wings, using the air currents to propel him farther towards the place his Dragon’s heart felt the call of his kin.

I am coming, brothers.

Hope was the only thing that kept him moving against the bleak night sky. It was dark and gray. The kind of sky that told of coming storms. How much longer would he have to go?

He wondered, but then finally, he felt the answer inside of him. It was in the sudden burning in his chest, over his rose. Yes, Castor was getting close.