Heirs Of The Dragon / Season 1, Episode 9
Blood of the Fallen
Episode 9: Blood of the Fallen Kaeryn’s boots skidded on the slick stone as she stumbled toward her brothers, the air in the shattered tower thick with the copper tang of blood and the acrid bite of smoke. Her throat burned from shouting, from the dust that coated her tongue, but she forced herself forward, dropping to her knees beside Talvyn. His face was ashen, slick with sweat, the gash across his chest a jagged red mouth that wept crimson down his torn leather jerkin. His breaths came in sharp, shallow gasps, each one a battle. Beside him, Loryn lay still, too still, his pale hand curled around the hilt of his blade like it was the only thing tethering him to life. A thin trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth, pooling in the hollow of his cheek. “Talvyn, stay with me,” she rasped, her hands trembling as she pressed them over the wound, trying to stem the flow. The blood was hot, sticky, slipping through her fingers no matter how hard she pushed. His eyes, usually sharp with defiance, fluttered half-closed, clouded with pain. “Don’t you dare close your eyes. You hear me?” He grunted, a weak sound, his head lolling to the side for a moment before he forced it back. “I’m... not goin’...