EdDarkflame

CHAPTER 18 Ben Nevis’ slopes. April 1449. A few years have passed since their last moving high into the mountains and the loss of more members within the Silver Talon Clan. Routine had once more taken place for the dragons in their duties to find supplies to survive and maintain the masquerade a top the mount they were being forced to live in. The High Elder had begun to perform frequent departures ever since the gathering of the remaining Council still living with the clan, save for Osthilia, who no longer was dedicated to the duties that had been assigned to him as one of the leaders of their group, despite his fellow companions att

CHAPTER 17 Sanctuary at Ben Nevis. March 1433. It was a fresh spring morning and the dew from the previous night had almost dissipated. The sky was relatively clear; allowing the sun to illuminate most of the landscape. Few clouds hovered along the summit. Almost too clear for them to be spotted even at a high place, the dragons of the clan remained on guard of their surroundings, and avoided flying like they normal would have done before the Massacre. The need to do so, however, was not in short supplies. It was surprisingly peaceful, especially since the events two years ago after the human battle in Inverlochy, near the lake, where one