Chapter Thirty-Seven – Let’s leave.
Margaret dragged Lydia back as the dragon bird kept marching towards them. Her eyes darted to Han that was laying on the ground.
She prayed he wasn’t dead. She barely got to interact with him like her sisters had.
“Lydia stay with me” she slapped Lydia’s face continuously.
Lydia shook her head and held tightly unto her sword, “If it dares come closer, I’d plant this sword in it and write my name of it’s chest”.
Margaret nodded. At least she was well aware that she was conscious, as conscious as she could be, at the time.
There was a loud slap from behind the bird. Blood streamed down from it’s beak and from it’s eyes before it fell face down towards them.
Lydia winced in pain as the dust generated from the fall flew into her eyes. She began f
