Chapter 11: Gwyneria, Monarch of The Everblaze
I staggered back in fright, my face as pale as ashes. I could hardly believe my eyes.
So this was a dragon.
I had read a lot about them in books, seen enough of them depicted in paintings and movies.
But nothing could've prepared me for this moment. This was the real deal, and I'm staring right at it.
It loomed over ninety feet tall, as tall as a five storey building with shoulders broader than a castle gate.
Its scales gleamed like red molten iron. Between each plate of scales, its veins pulses like liquid fire.
The dragon's armoured face bore two massive spiraled horns curling back from her brow.
But it was the eyes that sent a shiver down my spine.
Staring at those slitted golden eyes with burning pupils felt like gazing at a dying star.
I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. Its intimidating presence petrified me at a spot.
"Do not be alarmed, Archer," It said, its voice rolling like an earthquake. "This is what you might call a meeting of the centuries. I have waited for your return, my liege."