Lost in his thoughts, Drake kept staring above, until he noticed sunlight starting to reveal the pattern on the ceiling. That pulled him from his introspection. He finally noticed that the sun had risen and that he had finished the story long ago.
Hope stood before the window, bathed in the light of the morning sun. With a bit of confusion in her eyes, she turned to face him. "So, this War Wolf Dragon is still alive, sitting in a cage and waiting to be freed."
"Yes," Drake confirmed, "but I can assure you that nothing less than a miracle can give him enough energy to break free from his cage."
Hope crossed her arms over her chest. "You seem awfully certain of that. Must I remind you how many impossible things happened from the moment we have met?"
