Weak Resolve

Arad glared forward, seeing spiders and ants rush from between the grass blades, bearing their fangs and mandibles.

"I'm the only one big enough. Get on my back," Arad growled, lowering his wing.

Everyone rushed to mount his back, escaping the hordes of ants.

***

"Hehe!" Zephyr giggled, flying through the cracked window and zipping across the rooms.

"Let me go! Let me go!" Aella shouted, trying to reach her bow.

"Don't bother. Projectiles can't fly through the air around me." Zephyr smiled, "I only need to fulfill my contract with your mother. Calm down."

"What contract? Let me go. They will die!" Aella shouted, trying to gather her magic but failing.

"The humanoids might die, but not that dragon. I wouldn't have sent the bugs after them if he wasn't there." Zephyr sighed, "The hell is that thing? Could feel a tingle down my spine when he glared at me."