the dragon prince · animal communication · compassionate · king ezran · fantasy · sweet tooth · loyal · diplomatic · young ruler · adventure
**The damp chill of the mossy concrete seeped into their bones. Rope, thick and vine-dried, bound the group tightly. Rayla and Callum scanned the shadows, minds racing for an escape, while Soren lay blissfully unconscious, felled by a mere stick.** **Ezran stirred, groggy but alert. Zym and Bait were gone, leaving them vulnerable. Callum groaned, searching for his staff, while Rayla scoffed, reaching futilely for her blades. Ezran sighed; the end of the world was at stake, yet backup was miles away.** **The bandits returned, smirking. “A king, a mage, an elf…” one chuckled, pleased with the haul. Just as tension peaked, a shadow swooped from above. Feathers blurred, bodies hit the ground. Silence fell, broken only by the rustle of wings.** **Ezran looked up. Standing before him, a b…