Free Dragon Frost by S. J. Wist

the Sanctus. Had he been a minute more late, she would have died from the amount of blood she lost. That had scared him. The sight of the berserking White Death at the Sanctus had terrified him even more. With some luck, the monster would stay on the Torian Continent. And there was still a Fay out there capable of killing him. He had more fears than he could conjure solutions for as of late. He never felt the need for Sybl's or Kas' guidance as much as he did now. Kenshe shoved his never-ending worries out of the way and brought his thoughts back to the discussion at hand. "How many Callers can we get back to the Atrum before morning?"
    "We will have at least fifty by then," Prisca replied.
    "That won't be enough to cover the Harbor and the City from the dragons," Kenshe calculated out loud. We will have to evacuate the Harbor. Send out the Call."
    "Of all the things," Feryl grumbled, "why does it have to be dragons? The Awls are enough to deal with." He didn't waste time waiting for answers that weren't available and left the War Room.
    Prisca's chilling Call went out across the Threads, reaching every ayame for miles. She too shared Kenshe's belief that this day was inevitable. Sybl's sacrifice had only given them a temporary peace.
    "I will have to get my hands on Nafury for the entire story of what's going on," Kenshe said.
    "That's dangerous," Prisca said as she followed Kenshe out of the War Room. "If he goes berserk on you, he could kill you."
    "I know, but I have an idea. But it's going to take the whole Pack to make it work."
    They continued downstairs to the main hall. Feryl, Tank, and the others of his Pack were there waiting.
    "Boss, what are we doing?" Feryl asked in concern.
    Kenshe looked towards the entrance where Tank leaned against the frame. "Nafury isn't going to help us out, so I'm going to have to bite it out of their Fay. If he does decide to bring the dragons back here, I will kill him first."
    "She almost killed you once now," Tank replied. "Then there's no telling what her blood will do to you. Sybl's blood could heal, but I'm willing to bet that a dark Fay's will poison."
    "That's a chance I have to take. She won't know it's me this time until I have what I want from her. You will all have to distract Nafury in the meantime," Kenshe instructed.
    "Alright," Feryl replied and started out of the Atrum, followed by the others. "I think I'll go grab Nafury's helmet real quick."

FOURTEEN

    Nafury fell into a deep sleep to the sound of gentle waves from an uneventful week. It was a long journey across the Eternal Waters to the Torian Continent. What he didn't expect was for Ubi to drop in on his own Dreams like he had hers. In what he hoped would be a Dream this time around, he found himself on the same field where Cirrus had attacked him. Nafury turned from watching the woman across the field to where Ubi took up his side.
    "That's my mother, isn't it?" Ubi asked.
    "Yes, but this isn't from my memories. I think it's one of Alexia's. We should go."
    "Please, let me see her first."
    "Ubi..." Nafury wasn't in the mood to take any chances again. If that was Asil before them, then it could spell disaster for Ubi to see her mother when she was hailed as a goddess of war. Not remembering her own daughter could prove to be the least of their worries if Asil tried to kill them here. Such a nightmare would be impossible to forget.
    "I know she won't recognize me. But it's okay if only I remember her," Ubi said.
    It all felt like a bad idea, but Nafury reluctantly agreed and went over with Ubi.
    Sybl turned around as they approached and smiled at Nafury, then looked at Ubi beside him. "It's hard to believe that you are already the age I was when I first came to Aster. It is good to see you, daughter."
    "Mom!" Ubi exclaimed and hesitated for a moment before closing the gap between them with a hug.
    "Sybl?" Nafury asked, feeling that this wasn't a Dream of the past at all anymore.
    "You're the one