Only the royal members of the Houses could shift into dragons.
It was what made them special, what drew the line between commoners and royalty.
There would be many members of the Royal Houses who would be leading the war for the White King. For his house, there was only one dragon, which was him.
One dragon against many more; one inexperienced dragon against many that were experienced.
Alaris knew the problem he would have to face soon, but he told no one of his worries; after all, if the head was afraid, then what would he rest do?
Also, what was fear?
That was beneath him.
The warriors of the cave needed more training than ever though. They were lacking in number, but quality had always prevailed over quantity, so it wouldn't have been a completely dreadful situation if they weren't also lacking in skills.
They didn't watch to see when fire would be unleashed upon them, they weren't observant enough, nor did they know what to do when faced with flames.
