"HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT NAME?" Marsil asked; the very question that balanced on the lips of every single one of his friends.
Katrina regarded the Prince for a while. A moment where she gave no reply.
In those few seconds, the mermaid wondered how she didn't decipher it sooner. How she could've been blinded to the fact that the handsome leader of the strange group of friends was the Dragon himself.
The Dragon prophesied many hundreds of years ago, during the Dark Ages by a Sister of Magda.
Her could she have been so oblivious? she pondered.
It had been right there when he had pulled her out of the water.
Just like that.
She should've known when only his touch had made her magic blaze and her skin shimmer. She should've known when legs had sprung out from her tail and skin from her scales.
