From the forthcoming Revelations of Darkened Souls…
Lightning struck the ground, crackle-walking between trees, briefly illuminating a hunched, hooded shape on a nearby path. The path was steep, and the person moved slowly but steadily through the torrential downpour, approaching the unlit castle. Once inside the barbican, the figure stopped, leaning its back against the wall under an overhang, breathing heavily, a hand gently caressing its rounded abdomen. She looked back at the valley below, and wondered where her pursuers were. She hadn’t seen them, but she knew they were there. He would never let her escape…
“Who is it?” came a deep, melodic voice. “Show yourself!”
The figure moved into the courtyard. The rolling clouds above thundered and flashed; For an instant, she saw water cascading over blue scales, great white wings stretched up, a head with long teeth and silver horns.
“My name is Danelle,” the figure said, pulling back its hood. She bowed, letting her long, wet blond tresses fall over her face. She brushed them aside. “I beg your indulgence.”
“My mother has told me about you,” said Hassakkor with disgust. “You are not one of our friends.”
“That may be so,” Danelle said. “I’ve made… mistakes.” She paused, wincing. “It’s very important that I go to Caerelon. I must speak to Kaylen Thyr.”
“No,” said the dragon. “I am tasked with protecting this place.”
“I’m familiar with your mother’s teachings,” the woman stated. “I believe mercy was among them.” Exhausted, she dropped to her knees in the mud. “I am in great danger. Please.”
Hassakkor looked at her carefully, considering.
“You are with child,” he said.
“Yes,” she whispered. Even above the roar of the storm, Hassakkor heard her.
He reached one of his great paws toward her…-
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