George looked at the
two red scaled twin brothers in front of him.
“Why’re the red?”
George asked, confused. He’d never heard
of a red dragon before.
Jishab looked at
him. “When a Valoa dragon and a Kishad
dragon mix, they create a rare red dragon.”
George froze; his long
green tail curved behind his wings shook a little bit. “They’ll know.”
“George…” Jishab’s
voice was suddenly shaky. “That’s not
all. Iua – she’s not doing so well… I
left her with the others…”
“What happened?” George
demanded.
“She’s dying.”
