While her mother hurriedly called for healers, Isolde went to the garden, her arms trembling as she slowly lowered it and caressed Shireen’s fur.
Pain and anger mixed in her heart as Shireen whimpered and roared softly. From day one, Shireen had been there; it was like a second mother to her. And now a pool of blood had formed beneath her, as it seeped from the wound at the neck.
As powerful as Isolde was, she wasn’t a healer. Her dragons had all sorts of abilities but they were all aimed towards destruction. Few of them had skills that allowed them to self-heal but healing others was a skill none had.
Christine rushed out, gently holding Shireen’s head with tear-filled eyes. Her summon was dying.
"She won’t last much longer. I’ll send you to the hospital," Isolde said firmly. Knowing their weakness, the family had established a hospital with adept healing summoners.
Christine retrieved Shireen and was consumed by a violet orb, reappearing right in the hospital.
Isolde remained in the garden. As much as she wanted to be there, no one could know she was alive. It would be hard to hide her identity in a place filled with people who were used to seeing her and quite a good number of her family members would be there too.
She paced around the garden for a while before heading back inside. As she cleaned up the shattered glass on the floor, her mother’s ringing phone made her ears prickle.
’She left her phone,’ Isolde muttered inwardly, a bit curious why Melania, her distant aunt, was calling so relentlessly.
This was the seventh missed call. She must have been calling when they were outside with Shireen.
The ringing stopped right as she wanted to pick up the phone. A moment later, while Isolde pondered if she should call back, a text message popped up.
[My son is dead.]
Isolde’s eyes emptied as she went still. Geoffrey was dead? Geoffrey!
Geoffrey had always been on her side despite their little differences, both he and his younger sister Ivy were the closest cousins she had.
She could remember his worried face back when they were younger and the doctors would attend to her after her ’nightmares’.
He used to mock and make a buffoon of Godfrey in order to make her overcome her fear.
He was the first to call her the Pendragon Heiress.
"... Geoffrey." She took deep breaths to control herself. She desperately wanted to wake up from this nightmare and hear her husband’s comforting words.
She desperately wanted to hug someone but that person wasn’t here. Isolde couldn’t bring herself to call Melania as her gut feeling told her Geoffrey’s death was linked to Shireen’s near-death state.
***
Two hours later, Arthur in a coat stood in a part of the forest in the depths of the dungeon. About three football-fields’ worth of space had been razed down. The once green land was now filled with ashes and some stumps that were burned beyond saving.
In the heart of it all was the corpse of a badly charred dragon. Not far from it was a great depression, it was the place Shireen fell.


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