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12 • RAEHERYS
THE MASSIVE FIRE SCREAMED LIKE SOULS FROM THE DEPTHS OF HELL, trying to reach the night heavens. Its roaring heat had kept the surrounding villagers away—but not Raeherys the Hyborn. It welcomed him instead as he hasted towards the burning house.
“Your Grace! Where are you going? Your Grace!” called Fetyr from behind, but Raeherys could no longer hear anything else other than the cries of the helpless women inside—and the child. The damn child. He should not have agreed to what the Lawdra had suggested earlier. A mistake it was—a big mistake.
“Dracarth …” whispered Raeherys while running. His skin all over his body glowed with ember, slowly replaced by medallion-gold scales, shining and reflecting the light from the house fire.
The blazing wooden stairs creaked as Raeherys climbed for the door. Flames embraced him, but his scales had protected his fragile, human skin well enough.
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