Daniel García Rabell

In the Eyes of the Dragon

The storm clouded the dragon’s eyes. His wings were beginning to suffer the effects of the sustained flight in those conditions, but he felt oddly at peace, as if the storm and himself were one, such was his troubled state. Still, Fethgar could not help but feel exhausted. He could barely concentrate on where he was going, thinking instead on the look his father had given him. He would not dare think of what he had seen in his father’s eyes during their last argument, or rather, what he had not seen, but that silent stare the two of them had exchanged right before he left sounded deafening in his mind, even with the chaos that surrounded him.