The Dragons

Jasper froze in his spot as he watched behind Lazarus. The moon was shining bright and he saw the shape of a dragon with a rider swishing across it. "Can't be," he rasped. 

Lazarus narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?" he growled. He noticed that Jasper was not focusing on the fight, instead his focus was elsewhere. 

Jasper pointed at the sky. "Dragons." 

Eyes wide, Lazarus whipped his head back as shock churned in his chest. Has Emma come back? He had asked her to stay in Yizinia. Shock turned into pure dread when he saw a dragon flying in the sky. "Did you say dragons?" he rasped. Because now Lazarus didn't just see one. There were two of them. And none of them looked like Nephie.