Chapter 15 - The New Roost
With the magnetic anchor destroyed, Sylva beat her wings against the fiery debris, vaulting Rowan onto her back just as the flagship sank into the abyssal depths. The surviving ships of the Citadel fleet turned frantically into the tempest, their crews fleeing in terror from the white dragon and the armored boy riding her crest.
Sylva climbed steadily through the driving rain, breaking through the dark cyclone into the blinding brilliance of the upper atmosphere. Above the storm, the morning sun broke across an endless sea of golden clouds. The three hatchlings popped their heads out of Rowan’s armor pouches, chirping joyfully and fluttering their tiny wings in the pure morning air. Sylva turned her head, nudging Rowan’s knee with profound affection and pride.
Looking toward the eastern horizon where the dawn unfolded, Rowan saw the dark silhouette of the jagged sea cliffs vanish behind them. Ahead, rising above the distant mists like towers of pearl and emerald, stood the legendary Sunken Continents of the True Roost—a realm untouched by iron and soot, where hundreds of dragons soared against the golden sky. But as Sylva leveled her wings to glide toward their new sanctuary, a deep, ancient horn echoed from the peaks ahead, and a colossal shadow three times Sylva’s size emerged from the clouds, descending straight toward them."
