The sun barely pierced through the dense canopy of The Grove as Pyris Obsidian awoke, the faint beams casting golden rays on the dew-covered ground.
Before Alexa drifted to her sleep, Pyris had gone to the grove to train himself alone.
Last night's training had left him invigorated but his mind was still on Alexa's recent manifestation of power. Her dreams, unsettling as they were, had felt like a warning of something much darker coming their way.
He knew he had to be prepared, not only for himself but for everyone in his circle.
Rising from his makeshift bedding, Pyris stretched, feeling the lingering power in his body, both his dragon bloodlines surging beneath his skin. Every day was another opportunity to sharpen his skills, to grow stronger, not just for the inevitable battles but for the responsibility he bore as an Obsidian.
