Limits

Chapter 35 - Limits

Garren

"Is she getting better? Is she even worth all this training?" Hydra growled, his tone filled with annoyance as he ran his fingers down his snow-white beard. I had been listening to the same debate for the last ten minutes. Hydra being the sole cause for my rising anger since the beginning of this dreadful meeting.

He was older than dirt, his face wrinkled from age, his gray eyes dull. His hair was as white as snow. How he managed to stay in the council for the last two centuries is beyond me.

Perhaps it was his incessant need to have everything stay the same since the beginning of time that kept him here, knowing that most dragons hated change as much as he did. Or maybe it was just that fact that people feared the stories of his past.

Though from the looks of him, I didn't think those stories were true at all. Hydra probably hadn't lifted a single finger in his life. The stories of his past were just that, stories.

Not a single scar marred his ebony ski