The Frost Dragon (2)
"Dr–Dragon?"
The shout attracted the crowd. They all turned toward the sky in the distance. For a second they forgot the worry and fear in their hearts.
The creature in the sky didn't seem big. But its built reminded the crowd of the old tales and songs. The minstrels and bards often painted a vivid description of the dragons. Their massive wingspans, their horned head and tail, their ability to control the elements, and their strength.
People loved hearing about the once-rulers of the sky. They were extinct. Or rare. Either way, no one had ever seen one. They were a source of awe and reverence for many.
The night sky obstructed a clear sight of the dragon. But the almost infinite amount of thin threads in the sky pushed the darkness a little. The thick beam of golden light also shone and revealed its massive outline.
"Is this why were are held captives?"