Throughout the flight, Levina kept looking around for any trace of a fallen dragon, just in case he did not make it to the spring.
The pall of mist rising from the spring smelled fresh and was relaxing. But not even the therapeutic fragrance of the spring could soothe Levina's racking nerves.
As soon as they landed, she climbed off Soren's back and made her way toward the water, clutching Lucien's clothes tightly against her chest.
Her heart sank when she found a figure lying motionless at the mouth of the water. She froze. "Soren! I found something," her voice trembled from fear.
Without waiting for a response, she ran, hoping against hope that Lucien was still alive.
When she got to where he lay, with his face white and his eyes closed, she fell beside him and allowed the tears to flow freely.
"Lucien?" she cradled his head in her arm, using her free hand to remove his wet hair that clung to his face.
