“Tell me Malrah… Who are you?” Devon tilted his head, as he asked Malrah.
Malarah kept to her quiet self, hugging her crimson dragon hatchling, stroking his leathery skin.
“Malrah… Answer me, who are you?” Devon moved closer to Malrah, staring into her beady white eyes.
Malrah gently patted her dragon hatchling, as nothing slipped from her mouth. She readjusted her bandana and tugged her hood down a bit. Devon sighed, rubbing his face as he looked the other way. His eyes slowly faced the ground, seeing the bits of mangled flesh in amongst the dried grass. The bodies of once the proud Hyrithian knights, now piles of flesh and bones, weaved together by a black matter, waving gently in the breeze.

“More will be coming Malrah…” He turned, “We can’t just keep running.” he sounded agitated, stepping closer to her.
Malrah eyes looked upon Devon, seeing the expression on his face, looking annoyed than ever. Devon stopped, he knelt down and gazed at Malrah.
“If you won’t answer me… Then I’ll answer you… Want do you?”

“Them…” Malrah softly spoke.