“Earth? Centuries? I’ve been gone from Drakonia for ten years.”
“Same as us. However, the portals didn’t all work in the same way, as originally thought. Most on Drakonia that went through the portals were sent back in time to a primitive Earth. Let’s get your people out of here and we’ll have a few months to get you all caught up to speed about Earth and our people there.”
“Is... are the kings still ruling?”
“Yes.”
“What about Zocor’s people. I know Zocor died, but did any of his people survive?”
“Yes, Queen Arena and her clan are doing quite well on Earth.”
Arena was alive, and had been for centuries. Something in his heart stirred as did his dragon. He would see her again. Would she even remember him? It had been a long time. Surely she had a new mate. He promised himself he would find her and ensure that she was safe and happy. His honor would allow him to do no less.
“When do we leave?”
