Wind rushes against my face as I refuse to let the wind take my sister. I pray to every Olympian that we’ll survive.

Luckily, black scales and sharp teeth whizzed by before coming to our rescue and bringing us safely to the ground, our enemies still on the cliffs, hundreds of feet above.

I thanked the dragon and she flew away as my sister and I made our way through the woods, hoping we’d never go cliff jumping again.