Drakon watched Celeste's father fight within the harrowing horde. A hint of longing appeared within his gaze.
Oh, how he yearned to be like that!
Mighty.
Explosive.
Powerful.
An Expert.
The resentment he felt towards his bottleneck increased. Drakon muttered a fiery curse.
He continued to observe the broad-shouldered man bulldoze through the tigers. The Ember heir was more than a little envious.
His expression darkened slightly.
Drakon looked out from the corner of his eyes and ground his teeth. The little phoenix was so close yet so far.
He inhaled deeply and reminded himself that now was not the time. He would undoubtedly be rewarded for his patience, so all he had to do was wait. The Ember heir sighed and turned his attention back to Celeste's father and the small band of men he commanded.
