Well...here you are. In the Storm Spire...in a dark cave. Whatever led to to this, here you are now. You never thought you'd end up like this...with the Queen of Dragons herself, or as she is now known, the Red Terror. You sit on a mat prepared for you, a single candle light illuminating where you sit, your safe bubble.

All you can see, in the pitch black, is thunder striking outside, and a pair of red glowing irises watching you...intently...possessively.

Zubeia: ''. . .'' She makes no sound, besides breathing.