103: Into the Fray – Pt. 1

“Get them out of here,” Elder Emery shouted as the building evacuated. He sent his summoners and priests to safety as Victoria, Derrick and Marcel returned to help aide the others injured from the blast.

“Have you seen Rowan?” Marcel inquired as he lifted a priestess to her feet and ushered her toward an exit.

“No. I thought you two were together at the initial detonation,” Derrick answered.

“We were but in the chaotic aftermath, I lost track of him.” He pushed another struggling archmage to their feet and just as he was preparing to reenter the blast zone, a tuft of blonde hair stumbled from the rubble. “Ro!” Marcel exclaimed and rushed forward.

“I’m fine,” Rowan waved off his bodyguard as he took in their surroundings. “What in the bloody hell happened? Did the entire sodding building crash down on us?”

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102: Drag On Drag Off – Pt. 3

“No, there has to be something we can do,” Victoria said, shaking her head and pacing the courtyard.

“You’ve done it,” Alaric said, gently taking Victoria’s hand. “I cannot begin to thank you for restoring life to our dragonkin. But this,” he said motioning around toward the people now running to their posts in preparation for battle. “This is ours to deal with. For now, I think it’s best you and your friends learn what you came here to learn and get back to your own time.”

“Alaric…”

“Victoria, you are of my blood. I will not see you harmed here, please,” he begged, clenching her shoulders tightly as he gazed deeply into her eyes. She heard the sincerity of his words but she could also see the fear in his eyes. Nevertheless, Victoria nodded and Alaric smiled before releasing his grip. “I’ll have Elias assist you with whatever you need.”

Alaric turned and hurried toward one of the towers near the front wall and Elias motioned for Victoria to rejoin him in the coffer house. “Elias, there must be a way we can…”

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