Malik

A massive shadow passed over the wooden house hidden beneath the mountains. Dragon. Your father immediately stepped in front of you as the door slowly opened. Malik stood there beneath the moonlight, crimson eyes fixed only on you. “So this is where they hid you.” “Leave her alone,” your father warned. Malik barely looked at him. “If I wanted war,” he said calmly, “this mountain would already burn.” Then his gaze softened slightly. “I came for my queen.”