Elina XI

Liv and the injured dragons were swallowed and then Amelia and Danny with the girls and their dragons followed. The grate sprang back up, slamming the wall into place. The entire exchange had taken seconds.

Damonq dispensed with both withered hearts, hurling them to the ground and incinerating them immediately. He turned his head to see Elina running for her house, with Darkness one step behind her.

This had been her worst nightmare, the dream occurring over and over for the last month. Elina knew she shouldn't run to her house. If she did, the ancient known as Damonq would die. He always died saving her. She'd tried to avoid this destiny. She'd made certain not to meet him, never to speak to him, yet here she was, forced to make a split-second decision. If she didn't make it to her house, Darkness would have her again and there would be no stopping him.

"Don't follow," she pleaded, rushing up her steps. She knew Damonq would. He was one step behind Darkness. She knew coming after Da