Thalia was like a dear in the headlights. Two dragons were coming towards her, one soaring overhead and hte other slinking through the water. She couldn't think, she could barely breathe. Her legs just refused to respond. She managed a tiny step back when the red dragon erupted from the water, charging her. She scream and finally remembered how her legs worked, stumbling back... And promptly falling on her ass.

She knew she was dead. There was no avoiding it. Life was cruel and short, as she had come to learn. Seemed hers was at an end before it really began... Or so she thought. There was a rush of wind, and a loud, deep voice. Thalia stayed cowered were she was, afraid movement would mean death.