The dragon–no, Arkan flew through the mist of the forest. It was like he had memorized the terrain and knew at the back of his hand where to go. Lyria, on the other hand, felt like she could not even see her own hands. The fairy lights helped her somehow to see better. Even so, she tightened her grips on Arkan’s horns more, afraid that she would fall at any moment.
Not long, Arkan descended in front of a huge cave. The mist was still thick up in the sky but under the canopies of the trees, the mist dissipated.
Lyria was in awe at the sight. The cave was humongous and shaped more like a tunnel as it was connected to a hill. In front of the cave, stood an old oak tree with a small pond underneath it. There were fairies residing in that pond, but instead of wings, they have gills and merma
