Dungeons and Drakons (Part VII)

The air was thick with cold and dense anticipation. Fifty pairs of drakon eyes stared at Erid. He, in turn, stared at Fenrar, wondering why on earth he had agreed to go along with this plan. Who nominated him as leader? Fenrar was the one who had suggested it.

Damn. Now they expected him to lead. But Erid didn’t know how to lead. He only knew how to follow. Follow along with the other enslaved Drakons, ordered around by the Guards.

“Okay, guys,” he finally said. All eyes fixed on him. “Does anyone have any ideas? Because I don’t.” He realized that he was the oldest dragon here by maybe a hundred years. Everyone here had been born into slavery. None of them knew freedom like he did.

Fenrar stepped up, glad for the opportunity to lead.

“I’ve got one.”