"You’re right, I didn’t." I calmly answered. "You want to know why?" When I heard the murmuring agreement, I continued. "The capital of England is destroyed. The oldest Dragon in the world is tired of being nestled in a mountain, her brood tired of no longer being able to feel the freedom of the skies. And there’s a permanent dead scar in the center of the city. A place where only I," my eyes quickly landed on Daphne. We agreed to keep her out of any information outside of those who knew. "Could walk through. Anyone else turns to dust. So please tell me how we are supposed to keep a