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Then I Will Soar

I knew she’d come for me.

I’d hoped to have more time. To fly with Astarot, my drake, just once. To swim with him in the crystal waves of my favorite pool. To share the joy of the fat goats.

To be with him, as a drakaina should be with her drake.

But I knew it would end. That the Dróttning would end it.

I don’t regret it. I told my rider to choose the elf—to save her, even if it meant my doom.

He resisted, but he could do nothing else. It was the elf’s life or my freedom. He could not have both.

And I would not want to be ridden by the husk of a male that would remain if the elf had been killed.

The elf will help my drake and my rider fill the emptiness from my capture. She is worthy. Of them both. She will lead them to their destiny.

If they return for me, if they can free me of the Dróttning’s clutches, then I will soar with Astarot.

The End,

For Now …