Mara fought the fatigue with all she had to give. She stood between her dragons, two massive walls of muscle that fended off the repeating attacks in a blood rage that ran deep within every dragon kin. They were beyond reason now- all that remained was a blind frenzy and the need to protect her.
"Keep moving! Follow me!", she cried with a voice that was failing her already. This couldn't be happening… Her mind screamed at her in protest to the hell that had broken loose, constantly taunting her that there was no doubt of it being just another nightmare.
But it wasn't. The Virtues help her - it wasn't. The blood trickling from a gash above her right temple and the ache in her stomach reminded her of it. Reality had caught them, and its grasp was far from gentle.
Her feet moved without her mind catching up - and before Mara had time to balance herself she tripped over one of the many rocks. She fell, her palms catching the fall on the rough ground, drawing blood.
As the young