He’d expected unharmed fruit bats for tag and release.
Instead, myth blinked up at him in vivid purple and vermilion.
He dodged a puff of fire cutting the cat-sized dragon free. “No, just a tangle.”
“Go,” he whispers. “Magic must fly free.”
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