Chapter One
Present Day:
Christoff sighed as he felt the rumble in the mountain. The activity inside it had been growing stronger each day for the past several months. He had traveled down through the numerous lava tunnels that had been created over the centuries to check on it. He knew each by heart since he had escaped to the top of the mountain when he was still just a boy.
His fingers dropped to his side and he gently stroked the golden symbiot pressed against his leg. It and his dragon had been his only companion all these long, lonely years. Several times he had tried to send his symbiot back to the hive where it had been created, but each time it refused to leave him, knowing that to do so would be certain death for him and his dragon.
“You should go,” he murmured affectionately
