Chapter 3 - The Sanctuary of Silver Wings
Captain Benjamin reluctantly escorted her there, still refusing to believe she was the missing princess, bound by his rigid duty to transport a suspicious intruder to the outer perimeter rather than casting her out into the wild. The hike up the jagged obsidian cliffs was brutal, the wind howling like lost spirits.
At the summit stood the colossal basalt gates of the dragon sanctuary, doors that had not opened for mortals in centuries. Benjamin thrust his torch forward, illuminating a cavernous abyss reeking of sulfur, ancient dust, and ozone.
Then the enormous silver dragon Aurelius emerged from the darkness.
His scales shimmered like frozen moonlight, and his golden eyes glowed with terrifying intelligence. Benjamin dropped his torch and reached frantically for his sword, terrified by the sheer predatory majesty unfurling before them.
Evelyn stood motionless. Despite the crushing weight of the world's forgetfulness, a strange calm washed over her.
Aurelius lowered his massive head, the wind from his nostrils stirring her hair, stared directly at her—and spoke one name.
“Evelyn.”
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Benjamin dropped his sword, the metallic clang echoing sharply off the stone walls. His jaw dropped as he stared between the titanic beast and the defenseless young woman.
The dragons remembered her. Every human memory had been covered by the mysterious curse, but the dragons remained untouched, their ancient minds immune to mortal sorcery.
