James stood near the castle's grand hearth, staring into the flickering flames as his mind raced. The power of his recent transformation still thrummed beneath his skin, the pulse of dragon energy flowing like molten fire through his veins. He had passed the Trial of the Dragonborn, but the cost of awakening such power felt like a heavy weight upon his shoulders. The castle was quiet now, his companions resting after the exhausting ordeal of the mountain, yet a feeling of unease gnawed at him, keeping him from finding any peace.
Cherry leaned back in her chair, breaking the silence with a stretch, her wings fluttering slightly. "So," she began, her mischievous smile tempered by concern, "you've got some shiny new wings and fancy horns, but what happens next?"
Pippy, sitting beside James, gently rubbed his back, sensing his inner turmoil. "Cherry's right," she said softly. "What's the plan now, James? What do we do with all this power?"
