Gary's POV
Claire, Obsidian and I were left alone in the Artarak waiting for a call we didn't know would come to us. There was no telling if or when the Dark dragon was going to attack and the best they could do was simply wait. This waiting was excruciating as we knew that the rest of the artras were out there risking their lives for the sake of Armensia.
From past battles, we were not so worried about our friends. In the month we'd spent without a single battle, we'd been training hard and Kevin hadn't let us slack off during that time. "Do you think the Dark mages were also training during that time that they were taking a break?" I asked.
"I don't think so. The dark wolf was also wounded, remember," she tried to remind me.
