Chapter Thirty-five

Flavius 

     I'm stirred awake by a beating roar of thunder, and the pounding of rain against my window. Slowly, I sit up, rubbing the sleepiness from my eyes. Tossing my woolen blankets to the side, I set my feet on the cold wooden floor. Grabbing my boots from where they sit next to my bed, I slip them on.    

    While I'm getting ready to leave, I can't help the worry that pulses through my veins like fiery venom. Having never learned how to fight, I have to wonder if I'll even be any good. I know that physically I am strong, working as a blacksmith most of my life has gained me immense physical power. But what good will I be fighting against dragons? A human could never face the f