They couldn't believe their eyes.
Every sword stilled. Every arrow lowered. Time seemed to pause as a huge shadow came from the sky and fell on the battlefield. Everyone turned their head to the sky, the soldiers, the generals, even those wounded. And there it was… a creature straight out of legend. A dragon. A huge and majestic dragon.
"No… It can't be," the king muttered in disbelief. He was still on horseback, he had forgotten about his wounded shoulder. And his mouth was wide open as he was looking at the sky. He remembered the prophecy at that very moment, the words of Nysarra, whom he had killed years ago. "Could this be it?" he whispered. "No way…"
Many had heard the rumors of a dragon being in the kingdom; there were stories about it in the taverns, the streets, and meetings. But no one truly believed. Especially not the king, who had mocked the rumors every time they were mentioned.
But now… that 'rumor' was flying above them in the sky.
