Bearclaw Valley the clock of the time dragon

In the shadow of his father he dogged, ever present behind the man now that he was ready to follow. He did not know his intention, but he knew to let him out of his sight was to allow the rankle of black magic to settle over him all over again.

Then, he saw her.

In the meadow, pacing like a caged animal. Dark as the void, those eyes that pierced his sleep, everything about her inspired such a twisted rage that Aquillius felt his diaphragm spasm with the breath he held.

You want that magic off you?

A talon past his eye, he couldn’t help but track it. Even if that eye was blind.

Even if he couldn’t see it, he could. Spiritual and see through. It pointed, it pointed at her.

All you have to do, is kill the source.

And some last chord of self restraint, already hanging on by its teeth, began to snap.

Aquillius breathed deep, and slipped into the shadow behind his father. But the eagleson paid him no mind, single gold eye laser fixed on the witch.