Poor Bellerophon fell from the skies like Lucifer from heaven—at least what the Templar monks preached. The gold dragon was lost to the Hall of Valor: the celestial realm of the Old gods, but by some miracle its rider, Trisha Turnbull survived. And was revived. She had nasty third-degree burns but would live.
The Healers swarmed around her and gingerly put her on a gurney for the maladies, carting her away. All the spectators in the Corynthian college's dome fell back with mixtures of sullen grief and terror. That Salome, dragonrider for the Shadow faction, [Raven Arc] had done that to Trisha was disturbing. The Griffins in the amphitheater couldn't believe their eyes.
One skyling said, "It's not enough to flop in another round of the Games, but we lose a dragon and a damn good rider too? Fuck, man! This is bullshit."
