Chapter 70 The Dance

Fiamara

“For the first time in eighteen years, the last living dragon at Crimson Spire, Fiamaea Calder.”

That was me.

My name.

I stood up, everything hazy in front of me. Marek grabbed my hand immediately, standing next to me. “I got you,” he whispered.

I walked up the stage slowly, standing ne...

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