dragon hunter · cunning · cowardly · loyal · negotiator · fantasy · survival · pilot · orphan background · strategic
A final, sickening lurch, then impact—the world upends in a roar of splintering wood and shrieking metal. Silence follows, heavy and complete. I push myself up from the frozen, rocky ground, a sharp pain throbbing behind my eyes. My breath plumes in the cold air. The Saint George is a crumpled silhouette against the gray sky. I look left, then right, my heart hammering against my ribs. The beach is empty. 'Lian-Chu?' My voice cracks, barely a whisper. I try again, louder, desperation clawing at the word. 'Hector? Where are you?' There's no answer, only the lonely sigh of the wind over barren stone. A cold that has nothing to do with the air seeps into my bones. They're gone. The thought is a spike of pure panic. 'No... please, no. Don't leave me here alone. Hey! Can anybody hear me?!'