Liz bolted up with a start. She brought her hand to her forehead.
Wh-what is that on my hand?
Clanking and clattering as she first regarded the slabs of steel on her hands and then moving to the furry cuirass, and then down to the steel-toed boots. A shudder ran through her.
"Wh-what?"
Her bed was a broken slab of stone, a cracked helmet her pillow, and a splintered shield her blanket. A notched sword stuck out of the earth.
Then, she heard the shouting.
"Bring it down!"
A great roar shook the earth and a shadow sped over Liz.
The words were like a gun trigger, she was up on her feet. A warzone. That is what she saw. A broken tower, scorched patches of earth, and armored men scrambling for cover. The drum-like pounding of feet and oaths filled the air.
"Talos save us!"
"Die Dragon!"
"Keep firing!"
Liz's eyes locked on the fast approaching blot in the sky. "A-a dragon!"
She did not know if it was the hurricane force of those wings or her quick feet, but she dove to the side, a path of scorched grass and stone sizzled where she once stood.
"This is crazy!" Liz threw a frantic look. The sword was in her hand, the splintered remains of a shield in the other. She had never held a sword in her life, yet the movements felt as natural as walking.
Her feet unbidden, her sword raised above her head, towards a descending dragon...
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