Ravina looked out over the sea as the ship they were in made for the dock. Less than an hour ago, they were in Haversten but now they were coming into the port of Calalistos. She glanced up to see Michael and the dragons fly off over the city and disappear.

  She had been in the group sent by Alistor to talk with the new leader of the scavengers… I guess they were called human now, when Ralph took over. They were met with bared weapons. The men were mostly killed or sent to work the shipyards. The women? There were times she wished she was dead. They were loaned out like cattle or used anytime Ralph felt like. Or used to keep his guard entertained. She managed to keep the survivors from their expedition and some of the others that were there before, stable enough to keep surviving.

  Then Michael showed up. He cut through the guards and released them. He then left to find Ralph. We had no clue till he returned a little while later, just what he was. Other than cute. And polite. She smiled to herself at the memory. We were out in front waiting, we knew not what for, when a group led by a dwarf showed up. She remembered the conversation like it had just happened.

“I see you get the choice ones, dragon.” The dwarf laughed.

The dwarve’s band didn’t attack and walked up to Michael. A dwarf talking to an elf? And what did he mean by dragon?

“Twas not my intention.” Michael replied.

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“Tell that to Haladoria. I do want ta be there when ya do, though. She will peel your scales.”

“Dragon?” I asked.

“Ya didn’t tell her?”

“I never thought to.” Michael replied.

Dorvus laughed. “I am findin this ta be too much fun, dragon.”

Michael sighed as if put out. “Go ahead, get it over with.”

She had looked back and forth between them. What were they talking about and why did this dwarf talk so familiarly with what was obviously a high elf?

Dorvus cleared his throat. “Ladies, I would like to introduce you to your rescuer. This is Michael Arienach, Emperor of Dragonhaven and the eldest ancient.”

Arienach? Michael Arienach? Arienach the destroyer? She stared at the high elf that stood there waiting. Could it be?

“Are you done now?” He asked.

He laughed. “Yes lord dragon.”

“You are making jest?” She had asked, disbelieving.

A huge white dragon came over the hills and glided over the town to land in front of them. I was too shocked to move.

“Greetings Lord Michael! My task is done. Moonward is secure.”

The shock hadn’t even lessened as another came in from the north. This one was bronze.

“Lord Alistor bids you wait, he wishes to walk with you.”

Dorvus looked at Ravina. “Does it look like I am makin a jest, lass?”

She numbly stared down at the dwarf.

  They had made their way down to Haversten, not even bothering to change. There was a group that followed her, but she paid them no mind yet. The only thing she could think of was to find Michael again and see if she could… she could do something? She had no clue what. She had talked to the high elf Haladoria and found out much about Michael and to her surprise, Haladoria accepted her.

Then they started planning. The future started looking a lot brighter.