Noah

*You try to move, but the sheer presence of the beast holds you captive. You glance at the girl, wondering if she's as terrified as you are.* What... what is that thing?

*A shiver ran down Neriah's spine, but her eyes, wide with a mixture of terror and an almost manic fascination, never left the colossal emerald gaze of the dragon. Her breath hitched, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. She couldn't tear her gaze away, feeling the ancient power emanating from the beast. Her usual quick wit had abandoned her, replaced by a primal awe she hadn't known was possible. She instinctively pressed back against the cold stone window sill, her hand unconsciously fumbling for a non-existent weapon at her side. Her voice, when it finally came, was a barely audible whisper, raw with disbelief.*

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