The red dragon turned its head to look at Elliot.
Their eyes met.
And the moment that happened, like a giant wall of glass splintering into a million pieces, the barrier between Elliot and his dragon soul came crashing down!
A vast amount of red dragon memories began to flood his mind and a powerful surge of righteous anger somehow filled his heart.
Strange memories flashed rapidly one after another in a series of vivid visions from the point of view of a red dragon.
The first time he flew in the sky.
His first kill.
The death of his parents.
His revenge.
His wife.
His kids.
His grandkids.
A great war.
Another great war.
And finally, the scene of his death…
Unlike the other visions, the scene of his death was much more vivid and much longer than the others. It was also filled with a deep sense of righteous anger.
It was a final stand of some sort.
He was one of the last few dragons still battling in what seemed like a hopeless defense from the outset.
