Summer, 1330

It was another brisk morning and Mera had just returned to his cave with the remains of a cow offered by the Stanton townsfolk when he sensed a familiar dragon approaching. Dropping his prey, the bronze dragon immediately tensed up for a fight.

*Go away! These are my lands!* He roared.

*Oh come off it, Meratezatgh.*

Hearesecha appeared silently in front of the cave entrance, watching Mera with a slight mix of amusement and disappointment.

Mera stopped as well. The two dragons faced each other awkwardly. *Then why are you back here?* The bronze dragon finally asked.

The black dragon rolled her eyes. *I come-again-bearing a message from Lord Kruash. The Jutrstra has requested that all dragons assemble before the Firestone three days from now.*

*What? It’s only been a few months since our last assembly. What’s going on?*

*Your guess is as good as mine, feral. These are ill tidings.* The female black dragon shrugged, then looked at the remains of the cattle that lay at Mera’s feet.

*Meanwhile, it’s a courtesy to give a messenger a bite after orders are conveyed, especially if she hasn’t had breakfast.*

After Mera awkwardly nodded, Hearesecha bent her neck over and tore off the front two-thirds of the cow, and within a few minutes wolfed it all down.

*I thank you, feral for your kindness.* Falknir’s sister said, before spreading her wings and taking off, leaving Mera with a small fragment of his meal and wondering what to make of the news.

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Goldfinger - Get Away

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