The noise from the two larger dragons trying to put their will above the other just added to the fear Midnight and Onyx held. She was too small compared to the other two dragons that had lived for hundreds of years. She was also too weak. She knew that one of them could stomp down in their anger and she would be gone for good. She and Onyx might not make it out alive.
Onyx had the same feelings. He had the skill and he was going to use it. He had been told by everyone including Walker, that the only time he should use it was when he was in major danger and far away from the rest of the party. The call for a hero skill. Onyx and Scylla had gained this skill when they helped the party in the forest elf training.
