"My face! It's burnt!" Those were the first words that came from Roselyn when she gained consciousness. Her father, who had been watching her closely while she lay, quickly got to her side worried.
"Who did this to me?" She demanded placing her fingers softly on her now rough skin before she winced in pain.
"No one did anything to you my daughter. It's the dragon that attacked the palace while you were asleep."
Roselyn paused in her actions as if trying to remember what had happened. She had been taking a nap in her room when flames suddenly engulfed the whole place. The smoke followed instantly choking the air out of her lungs as she tried to reach for the door. So it was the dragon?
"Oh no!" Her once vibrant skin now looked nowhere close to what she knew and she was afraid it'd never heal. An ugly scar would be the only hope, and a testament to her ordeal.
