The Dragon Wars (2)

"Zaghane." Master Oden growled under his breath, and the dark dragon focused his attention on the leader, narrowing his eyes. I swallowed quietly while examining the wound that was created with the cursed blade.

"Oden, this is all of your fault." Zaghane called back while turning his attention back on me, letting out a deep growl.

My breath hitched, as I studied the wound, the flesh was burnt on the edges, as it penetrated her magical shield, plus it was stabbed in her core or heart. 'What type of being could have the power to do that, or did a dragon help craft this weapon?'

"Zaghane, I'm warning you, this is not going to end well," Oden warned while glancing hesitantly in my direction, as I continued to investigate the wound, occasionally glancing up to make sure neither one was coming toward me.