We came to the top of a hill. The stream of refugees had trickled down to nothing, making me believe not a person remained in the west lands.
The horse riders stopped at the crest and allowed us to catch up.
I stood in disbelief. Although the entire horizon had glowed as if from a great conflagration, the actual fire was burning only around a lone castle on a hilltop. The flames were blindingly bright, yet seemed to not burn any of the land around.
We went down into the valley and headed towards the fire. Perhaps it would be much easier than we thought.
The ground shook and a dragon appeared before…
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