CHAPTER ELEVEN
Gwendolyn rode on the back of Ralibar, hanging on for dear life, wondering how she got here. Ralibar flew erratically, unlike he ever had before, weaving up and down, racing through the clouds, as if wanting her off.
“Ralibar, please, slow!” she cried out.
But Ralibar would not listen. He was like a different beast, a dragon she did not know. He roared—a terrifying noise—and dove straight down through the clouds—right, Gwen saw, for King’s Court.
“I can’t hang on!” Gwen yelled, slipping.
But Ralibar flew faster, steeper, and a moment later, Gwen shrieked as she lost her grip.
Gwen went tumbling through the air, head over heels, flying straight down toward King’s Court. And Ralibar, instead of swooping down to catch her, flew off, away from her.
Gwendolyn braced hersel
