Epilogue
Some Dreams Should be left unspoken....
The air in the Dragonpit was heavy and warm, thick with dust and silence. Morning light filtered through cracks in the stone ceiling, glinting off the pale blue scales curled in the shadows.
Helaena stood barefoot on the stone floor. Her hands, small and pale, were already resting on the smooth scales of the beast before her. She had been awake for some time now. There were no guards. No attendants. Just her and the low hum of breath between them.
The dragon shifted, one great eye blinking open—deep, silver-blue.
“Zȳhon ēngos vāedis, ñuha edrūrys. Vezhof jin azantys, riñō. Skoros jemēle? Lykirī... toli vāedis se ossēn yeri zȳhon gīmī vala” she rumbled, in dragon speech.
“It has been long, my dreamer. I drifted far too long. Shall we fly? Perhaps... to where the snow sings?”
Her dragon didn’t answer with words. But only nodded as if she understands.
Helaena hopped onto Dreamfyre’s back, and together they soared into the sky. The dragon's wings stretched wide, and they flew past the Red Keep, over the sleeping city, and headed towards North.