Kingdom of Ash

gate.
Yet the felled beast halted, squashing
soldiers beneath its bulk, right at the archway.
Blocking the way. A barricade before the
western gate.
Intentionally so, Aedion realized as a
golden-haired warrior leaped from the
wyvern’s saddle, the dead Ironteeth witch still
dangling there, throat gushing blue blood
down the leathery sides.
The warrior ran toward them, a sword in
one hand, the other drawing a dagger. Ran
toward Aedion, his tawny eyes scanning him
from head to toe.
His father.