Dungeons and Drakons (Part III)

“Have you anything to say in defense?” The prisoner raised her head in open defiance, and spat at the ground. The guard slapped her across the face and toppled her over. She rolled to a stop at Erid’s feet. Mortal eyes looked up at him, not with fear, but with respect.

“I did this.. for you, Erid.” He looked away for a minute, disguising his emotions behind a mask, then looks back down at the girl.

“You did wrong.” A blast of fiery lightning comes from the old Drakon’s eyes and travels into her bones. She screams. Erid squeezes his eyes shut, but the wails travel past his defenses and into his bloodstream.

Another one down.