Chapter 20

20

Grant's Diary

The great dragon tore through the sky, its majestic wings breaking through the mist of cumulus clouds, a symphony of power and grace. The awe-inspiring creature in the sky had deep-purple scales—each one a different brilliant shade—that covered its serpentine body, a long muscular tail ending in a sharp spade, a row of razor-sharp teeth, and eyes that burned with intelligence of the ages. To the dragon, I was but a tiny imperfection in the vast white landscape of snow that covered the earth.

"Someday," I said, "I will tame and ride that dragon."

A laugh echoed from behind me. I whipped my head around to find Zelvix Mistmael standing a few feet away, his muscular arms folded across the armor on his chest. Zelvix smirked at me, his face chiseled in defined lines that oozed masculinity—a sculpted jawline that gave him an eternal air of determination—and waves of golden hair that caught the light with every movement. His perfect features were marred only by a jagged white scar on his forehead in the shape of a thundercloud, which he had earned in a battle in which our families had been pitted against each other. Now we were bitter enemies, and he had taken a solemn oath to someday kill me.

"You?" Zelvix snorted. "How could you tame that dragon? You are but a fae!"