Dragon Realm
Episode 26's

Logic has nothing to do with love. At that moment, Cabe was willing to believe whatever the Lady said. He was even willing to risk his life for her, if there was a chance. He now has his heart and soul, though he may not be aware of it. It didn't matter to him that he had loved his grandfather.

Although the enchantress did not recognize the gaze, as she was too busy with everything at all times, Blane did. The soldier, a kind and honest man, had left more than his share of heartbreak and had seen his own men become soft upon seeing a woman. He decided to remove himself.

"Excuse me. Lord Gryphon wants to know everything I have revealed.” With that, he left.

"We have to think about this" said Gwen. “We must strike back! Waiting for disaster will only get us killed!”

"Whatever you say," replied Cabe subconsciously.

He blinked. “Maybe we're just tired. Go sleep. There's nothing we can do now. See you tomorrow morning.”

"right."

The witch raised her eyebrows with a light curiosity and then left. Cabe watches her go, amazed at the wonders nature can produce. He was so amazed that he failed to notice the power that came into play.

A bright light formed behind him. In that light, a golden arc, sparkling like the sun, floated deliberately. A single shaft, pointing towards the ceiling, ready to fire. Cabe ignored everything and, in fact, seemed almost asleep.

The arrow was released. Silent but fast, the golden rod flew to the ceiling, finding its way into a dark corner. The target has no time to make a sound, if he is able to do so. With a shaft protruding through its neck, the dark creature fell to the ground.

Neither the arrow nor the victim touched the floor. The two disappeared into nothingness just halfway through. The bow and light around him disappeared.

Stirring, the young witch staggered onto the bed, her mind focused on the fire-haired witch.

x

THREE RIDERS.

A dragon patrol.

Firerakes are descended from their lower cousins. They were both fascinated and suspicious of the sight before them. Barren Land has produced many strange things, but this—ini is not a dying earthwork.

Instead, the Barren Land gave way to a new, greater power. The small clump had become a lush green field that stretched as far as the eye could see. Different types of trees decorate the area. The birds, the first immigrants in this incredible wonder, have already begun to nest.

The first incision is made easily. The fourth was much more difficult; the grass seemed to swarm and wrap around his weapon. He pulled it loose, ignoring the scorn of his comrades. They warned him to be on the lookout for his clearly dangerous enemy. He could not pull his sword free.

A new blade of grass grew under his feet. With astonishing growth, they immediately stood as tall as their peers. Firedrake tried to retreat, but his boots got stuck in the plant. It was almost as if they had caught him. Unable to release his sword, he took out a small blade and tried to cut through the trapped grass. Not only had his little sword failed, but his blade and hand were now also stuck. He was no longer angry; fear had rooted as deeply as the green around him.

The lower Drake became nervous, one even let out a very unusual hiss. One of the other firerakes came forward to free his friend. He stopped suddenly; the grass grew rapidly towards him. He jumped back. The man trapped in the field was now half covered in strangling tendrils that threatened to pull him to the ground.

In desperation, the firedrake metamorphosed. Lost was already that warrior; in his place was a tall and strong, muscular dragon. Creatures in power. The creature that still finds itself unable to escape.

The other two had retreated from the wave that seemed intent on adding them to his collection. Since the first trap, growth has accelerated several factors. The two free soldiers were forced to run to their mounts, the grass close behind.

Afraid and angry, the struggling firedrake broke away with a fierce flame. Waves of fire and heat swept over nearby green plants. For a while, it seemed to burn uncontrollably; then, almost suddenly, it went out, showing a little more damage than some charred tip.

His comrades had reached their mounts. They rely on the superior speed of their cousins. One jumped and kicked his agitated mount. Riders and animals rushed away.

The others weren't so lucky. His mount, seeing his brother leave and already panicked by the creepy growth, shot up. The dragon warrior fell to the ground and hit his head. It only took a while for his mind to clear, and his first thought was to take out the smaller drake belonging to his unfortunate partner. He tried to get up, but found himself restrained. The mount he wanted to grab was shrill nearby. He struggled to grab his sword, but the ever-present grass continued to envelop him. The tendrils wrapped around his throat. He succumbed to the fertile fields even when his friend was still fighting.

The young Firedrake had been exhausted. Failure to burn the fields had weakened his hopes. Even as life came out of his mount, which had been trapped at the same time as the other warriors, he slipped. Plant life clustered on top of a dying large shape.

Moments later, there was nothing to suggest that anyone was passing through this path.

The single rider pushes to the fastest speed possible. He did not accept the objection from his mount. The goal was not his clan cave. Instead, he intended to reach the Dagora Forest and finally go to the Tyber Mountains.

Small animals roamed the field for the first time in its existence. A small burrow bit a blade of grass. The birds above are singing. The green ocean did nothing. Unlike the dragons, these creatures are welcome.

IN PENACLES, THERE IS NO SUN.

Fog covers the land almost as much as night. The firewood had been collected quickly, enough for two months. Soldiers were watching vigilantly from the city walls to look for signs of the enemy. They could only see a little in the fog that enveloped everything.

No one travels on the road anymore. Lord Gryphon has ordered all traffic stopped. It keeps people in. Why no train arrives in the city is anyone's guess. It is expected that just looking at the fog will make the unwary travelers retreat. If not …

Food will not be a problem. The Gryphon, knowing many of his enemies, had long ordered the storage of grain, water, and other food. The workers are also trained to prevent rats and other small pests. Overall, they tend to succeed.