The rain poured steadily as the sun rose behind light grey clouds. Ilona and Mason slept in their little cave, comfortable and warm with the pillows and blanket they had retrieved from the ship.
When Mason finally woke up, it was because of his growling stomach. He slipped his arm out from beneath Ilona and gently kissed her cheek.
"I'll be back," he whispered, "I'm going to try to find us something to eat."
"Mmm," was all Ilona replied, but she nodded to Mason took that as her agreeing.
He pulled on his clothes and left the cave, stepping out into the drizzle. Smiling, Mason took a moment to breathe in and look around him.
Born in a castle, a wealthy Prince of a great land, Mason never would have imagined his life could have brought him here, stranded on an uncharted island known only by the dragons that inhabited it.
