Legends of Litha (Wheel of the Year Anthology Volume 3)
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It took me a couple of days to rest up and get the two of us off of the mountain. I was pretty sure Gwyneira had been hurt far too badly to continue her pursuit of us, at least until she had time to heal up. In the meantime, Sparrow and I were going to do everything we could to get ready. Instead of going back to Knoxville and risking more people seeing me and figuring out what had happened, the two of us decided to go back to Scotland. At least there I would have enough open land and superstitious old men to keep a witch hunt from forming.
Sparrow had joked about me simply flying us there, but even I couldn’t fly over three thousand miles without a break. Instead, we braved the human way and got on a sixteen-hour plane ride. I even splurged for first class so we would be comfortable and have access to better food and drinks.
“Do you honestly think she will be able to find us here?” Sparrow asked as she sipped on her third glass of wine. She didn’t seem to be much of a fan of flying.
“If she found us in Knoxville, a place so far from our home, she will find us here. And I want her to find us here. We can’t spend the rest of our lives running like this. We need to end this, even if that means killing off one of the last of my kind.” There was sadness mixed with that thought. I didn’t want to be the last, but I had spent so long believing I was the last that it didn’t matter.
“So you can’t make more dragons by being with a human?” Sparrow asked, leaning her head on my arm. I reached up and petted her, thinking over her words.
“I don’t know. We were never allowed to marry outside of our kind, so I have no idea what happens when we breed with humans. I’m sure it happened, but it isn’t something I was taught about. I have just come to terms with the fact that I might be the last,” I answered, closing my eyes and breathing in the sweet scent of her hair.
“And you live for a long time. What happens when I get old?” More questions I didn’t really have answers to. Part of the reasons dragons didn’t breed with humans was the fact we lived so incredibly long. I was ancient compared to her, and I would more than likely outlive her. Well, unless Gwyneira got her way.
Shaking my head, I continued to pet and comfort her. “I don’t know. I just don’t know.” I hoped it would be enough to pacify her. It had to be, because I really didn’t have the answers she needed. Maybe one day we would be able to figure it out.