Lord Draven

Gonzalo pressed his lips into a thin line. “It won't, River. If I had to, I’d claw at the earth until I found water. My daughter must be found.”

Together, they launched into a digging frenzy, clawing at the hard-packed earth with their bare hands. Minutes bled into what felt like an eternity. Just as despair was about to consume River again, when she was about to finally lose up and drown herself in a pool of self-pity, a familiar scent tickled her nose, sending a jolt of fear and recognition through her.

That scent… she’d recognize it anywhere and anytime. Her entire body froze, her hands trembling at the realization.

He was here.

With great struggle with her muscles, she looked up to meet the chilling gaze of Lord Draven. He held a crumpled paper in his hand with a cruel smile on his lips as he flipped the paper. "Looking for this, little human?" His voice was as cold as he looked, giving River the chills.

It was like being transported back seven years ago when he had found her le