Raegar couldn't help but collapse to the floor as Drusilla dragged herself over to him, screaming her little lungs out. He grabbed the blonde Fairy and placed her in his pocket to rest.
''Rest my beautiful Fairy,'' he muttered, smiling.
As the searing pain began to ebb, he slowly lifted his gaze toward the night sky. Above stretched a vast, endless canvas, thousands upon thousands of stars shimmering like scattered diamonds against the deep velvet of darkness.
Each twinkle told a story, a light that seemed to pulse with ancient magic and forgotten dreams. For a fleeting moment, the relentless chaos of battle and the storm of power within him gave way to a strange calm.
But the stillness was broken. Faint sounds stirred at the edges of his senses, a soft rustling, low whispers carried on the cool night breeze. His instincts sharpened instantly, muscles tensing as his eyes snapped toward the source.
