Literature
Never Strikes Twice pt34
Thin metal bars lay broken. The time to escape was now.
Once a girl, now more draconic, embroiled in searing flames.
The man quite lost and confused but alone now.
V’tii gulped down the fresh ripe air sucking in as much as he can eager for its sweet taste after the horrid musky staleness of the underground world. Food as well, nothing but scraps were available down there but now, right now he was hungry enough to pounce straight on a pig and devour it there and then. Desperation did not make him stupid however. He had to find his home, his people, and his family. He needed to let them know what he saw, what he saw that foul thing doing