14

The Morning

Treylen dreamed of the black stone where the queen held her court.

Aaron lay bleeding in his arms while Treylen begged the queen to help him. “I’m quite fond of him,” the queen answered.

“Yes, he will do well here.” Her shadow leaned behind Treylen, long fingernails digging into his shoulders.

“You have to help him though.” Aaron let out a gurgling noise and Treylen tilted Aaron’s mouth so the blood spilled out. He fumbled desperately with his friend’s jaw, trying to find a way to stop the bleeding.

She watched but did nothing. The hands rubbed Treylen’s shoulders.

When he looked up, it was not the shadow, but Apogee, leaning over him. “I’ll help.” She held a needle in one hand. The other held the rotten

corpse of a dragon.

There was a knock on the door to his room and Treylen shook the dream away, forcing one eye open.
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