Meka slowly opened her eyes, they were still heavy with sleep and she flinched with pain when she tried to move her head. Her eyes fell upon a elder dark elf tending a fire. Meka. Havok’s voice was calm and collected. The elder turned to her. "Ah… you have woken up." He came and sat beside her. Meka looked up at the sky. The stars were shinning bright. She felt his hand touch her forehead. The coolness of his hand was soothing to her hot feverish skin. Meka close her eyes again and fell asleep. The elder watch her sleep. He looked up at Havok who was staring at him intensely. “Do not worry dragon. She is safe in my hands.’’ The elder looked back at Meka. “Not that she would really need it… she has a trait in her blood that I have not seen for many many forgotten years…” The elder slightly smiled as he turned back to tend the fire.


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