Chapter 47
As the Mark settles into the skin above my left breast, an image forms in my mind. Almost a spell, a method of controlling the energy in my body to form black and gold hooded robes with the emblem of the Death God on the chest and sleeves. Cool, magical ceremonial garb.
Karl grins an evil grin at me and his robes, much like mine, but more ornate, with 3 rings of symbols at the cuffs instead of my 2 and embroidery at the collar.
"She likes me better" he whispers in my ear, making me laugh which causes blood to drip from my hair onto my face. I see every face around us, both our side and the dragon riders blanch at my laughter.
What? Never heard a woman laugh before?
Putting that line of thought aside, I notice that we seem to be nominated as leaders of this negotiation. Feeling formal, I summon my robes and pull my hood up over my face. For the extra mysterious Priestess vibe of course.
Definitely not to hide the fact my hair is tangled and full of drake blood.
"Let’s make this short, I really want to get home and shower" Karl begins. "Earth forces, kindly stand down, I can feel the barriers the dragons put around our attack forces weakening and I don’t want an incident that will break the newly signed rules of the city."
"Dragon forces, stand down. It’s time everyone was formally introduced." I follow his lead.
An ornately armored older woman with dragon scales up her neck and an Elven looking head steps forward as the representative.
"My name is Kanai, General in charge of the 5319th air recon wing, which makes the entirety of the forces here on your planet."
5319th? There’s thousands more forces like this in their army?