The Dragon lunged for him, its jaws snapping mere inches from his flesh as he threw himself into that crack in the stone and began to climb. “No,” I gasped, seeing his plan, realising what he was doing, how he was going to escape the vengeance he was owed. I broke into a run, my chest hollow with emptiness where my magic should have resided, my lone dagger all I had left to secure his demise as he scrambled up into that crack in the stone, faint starlight appearing at its peak, signalling his liberation. I ran my thumb over the dagger’s tip, slicing my skin open and letting my blood roll down
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