Ravina looked up to see what people were staring at when she spotted a white dragon flying toward them. Her heartbeat accelerated and fear prickled her skin, reminding her of all the terror she went through recently. It had taken her time to overcome her fear of shadows and fire but the fear of attack was still raw and the wounds kept being reopened every time she tried to heal. It was like having your broken pieces kicked out of your reach whenever you tried to pick them up and then you had to crawl to find them, acquiring new wounds on the way.
She watched the dragon near. It was only one so she relaxed a bit when she noticed someone riding the dragon. A face too familiar that changed the rhythm of her heartbeat. Her entire body tensed as the dragon descended and she got a more clear view of the person on top.
It couldn't be. Fear twisted her stomach, especially when she sensed other dragons gathering around what they perceived to be a threat.
Ares.
