The heavy, weird air of this new world still smelled like burnt ashes and fire. The sky was spinning with black and red clouds, and the ground was covered in purple grass and trees with silver leaves.
Far away, you could see huge mountain shadows and the glow of volcanoes.
Ethan was standing next to Fayra, that weird golden mark still on his hand.
The others were gathered around, a bit tired and confused.
Right then, a loud roar came from the sky.
Luna quickly hid behind Fayra.
"Oh my God! Fayraaa what's that sound?!"
Fayra frowned, staring at the horizon.
Suddenly, from inside those fiery clouds, a huge dragon came down — burning red, its wings tearing the sky, the ground shaking under it.
Its glowing eyes locked straight onto Fayra.
The dragon spoke, with a deep, ancient voice, like it came from a thousand years back.
"Fayra… you have returned. It's time for the key's heir to come to the Queen's castle."
Fayra took a small step back, hand on her sword.
