Dauria lumbered up from her position on the cave floor. The scent of fear— bordering on terror —followed the granite Watcher in his wake.
What is he so afraid of? she wondered. That can’t all be from his fear of displeasing me.
She clicked her still-sharp claws against the smooth stone surface as she considered the situation.
Clearly, something in the human world had The Watchers in a near-frenzy of worry. But did they truly believe— and near enough to unanimously as made no matter —the Humans had carried things far enough to warrant direct draconic intervention?
Was it beyond repair?
Unlikely. With the proper manipulation, almost any human problem can be fixed within the span of a human generation.
So why were The Watchers ju...
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