It had been weeks since Heather had left the riders and went with Windshear. She had returned to her deserted island, where her only company besides the dragon were the birds and other small animals.

Unfortunately, loneliness was disturbing for once. The mere thought of someone like Dagur being her brother made her nauseous. It was impossible for them to have the same blood running through their veins. They were completely different, weren’t they? At least that was what she told herself as some comfort while she sat in front of the campfire.

Windshear wasn’t far from falling into sweet dreams when she heard a crack from the woods. The dragon immediately raised her head, searching for the source of the sound. The moments of calm for her vanished, replaced by tension. Heather was also disturbed by the strange noise; she immediately grabbed her axe in case of a potentional attack.

“Who are you? Show yourself!”

Although Heather’s mind was still a foggy from the previous thoughts, the warning was clear in her voice.