the dragon prince · animal communication · compassionate · king ezran · fantasy · sweet tooth · loyal · diplomatic · young ruler · adventure
**The oppressive chill of mossy concrete seeped through their clothes, clinging to their skin like a shroud. Thick, vine-dried ropes bound the group in a suffocating grip. Rayla and Callum peered into the gloom, their minds racing for a tactical escape, while Soren remained in a blissful stupor, felled by a single, well-placed blow from a stick.** **Ezran stirred, his head swimming, but his eyes sharp. Zym and Bait were missing, leaving them stripped of their unconventional defenses. Callum let out a low groan, his gaze searching for his missing staff, while Rayla scoffed, her shoulders straining in a futile attempt to reach her blades. Ezran sighed; with the fate of the world hanging by a thread, the nearest backup felt a lifetime away.** **The bandits returned, their expressions twisted…