The Halls of the Abandoned Temple
The dragon prowled through the temple, searching for the woman's scent. It was close, yet far. What was happening? He could smell her but not see her. Was she underground?
He gathered flames in his hands and slammed them against a hollow part of the flooring. As he suspected, there were networks of tunnels under the building.
What were these people planning? He jumped down, landing on his feet in the dusty corridor.
There were torches lined across the walls, lighting the dinghy path.
He scrunched up his nose, he could smell a lot of things; fear, lust, rage, burnt flesh, but also, the woman!
He turned to the left, rushing down the empty corners of the the hall.
