The dragoness

soared

through the sky, her massive wings

pulling her ever higher.



Despite her great size, it was almost effortless for her to ascend to the peak of the mountain before her, on which she gracefully landed. Walking along the scorched and shattered stone, she

    

Tessalia was a hero. She was heir to the Lightning Clan, daughter and future replacement to the leader of her Tribe, and the final victor in the contention with humanity’s Champion she had inherited from birth. She was also, much less to her enjoyment, a first-time man-eater, having swallowed the fallen-feigning Champion in question two hours ago. While she had enjoyed the process slightly more than she would feel comfortable admitt

    

Lightning tore through the heavens. A peal of deafening thunder rang out. Drenched in rain, the Champion dove at his foe, shattering only the rock behind the beast with his hardened fist. He had trained nearly his whole life for this battle, but the creature was more than just powerful.

Its

strength,

its