Blackfire

Robyn was human, and she had no place amongst dragons and witches…until she did.

Her world was a blur, and it only got blurrier as she got older: the colours were muted, the music felt distance, the chatter was meaningless, and even the pleasure screams her mother elicited from her clients wrapped around her like tendrils of wind and disappeared just as quickly.

She was heavy with the weight of her dreary world; she was impassive to the quaint plainness.

There was a balm to her soul – she had memorised the rich greenness of the trees, and the rough warmness of the ground on her feet. The forest was not her everything; it was merely the setting of the sound that eclipsed her senses…Red’s voice.

Thrown into the realm of dragons, and the full magnitude of the man she so thoroughly belonged to, she had to hold onto her wits, and show the strength of her resolve.

Robyn had not planned for an adventurous life, but her death was just the beginning.

Bound to four dragons representing the elements, she was the source of their sanity.

All the while the threat of the witches’ monsters grew more powerful as they waged their war.
…and she was the Kingdom’s only hope of peace.