Chapter 15 - Into the Frozen Storms
The flight north was grueling. As they crossed past the timberline, the temperature plummeted dramatically, turning the wind into razor-sharp ice crystals that stung Winn’s face.
Kestrel's scales shimmered with a faint, inner warmth, radiating heat that kept Winn from freezing in the high-altitude gale. Below them, jagged blue glaciers stretched endlessly, punctuated by deep, bottomless chasms of dark stone.
Suddenly, a violent gust of wind hit them from the side, tossing the massive dragon sideways.
"Hold on!" Winn shouted over the howling gale, digging her boots deeper into the ridge scales.
Through the swirling snow, the outline of a massive mountain peak loomed ahead—its summit completely flattened, featuring ancient stone ruins carved directly into the dark basalt rock. It looked like an abandoned fortress from a forgotten age.
Kestrel let out a low, echoing roar that vibrated through the freezing air. He banked hard, diving directly toward a massive cavern opening halfway up the frozen cliff face.
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He touched down smoothly on the icy stone floor of the cavern, folding his wings with a heavy rustle. The howling wind instantly died away, replaced by an eerie, dead silence.
Winn dismounted stiffly, her legs trembling from the cold. As she unclipped her lantern and ignited the wick, the warm yellow light illuminated something that made her breath catch in her throat.
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