desperation, he reached for his sword, but it was not at his belt. He heard a terrible cackle. Unable to bear it any longer, Draco began to scream. Something tugged at him.
The dragon opened his eyes and instinctively grabbed the front of the robe of the person leaning over him. He pulled hard, but he couldn't muster much strength. He opened his eyes wider, thinking about the transformation, but stopped himself in time.
‘Calm down, calm down.’ The calm, gentle voice belonged to an elderly priestess in a light green robe decorated with yellow elements. The woman looked concerned and gently placed her hands on the dragon's shoulders. Without much effort, she managed to lay him on the ground. ‘Everything is fine now.’ When she leaned over, a medallion with the symbol of Marati slipped out from between the folds of her robe.
‘What happened?’ Slightly confused, Draco tried to turn his head, but his neck felt strangely stiff. In fact, he couldn't feel most of his body.
‘Everything is fine now,’ the priestess repeated in the same calm voice. ‘You're in shock, boy. It's quite normal.’ She spoke slowly, looking closely at the dragon. ‘It will be a while before you can move normally, but I think you're fine. I'd like to have a healer look at you, but they're all working on the wounded.’
The last word gave Draco a headache. The sensations from the nightmare and the memory of the crimson flash returned. The dragon hissed through his teeth.
‘Calm down. Don't try to force yourself.’ There was something soothing about her quiet voice. ‘Try drinking this.’ She put something to the reptile's lips, and he felt only an unpleasant, familiar taste. He swallowed the regenerative potion with difficulty, trying not to choke. ‘Now lie here for a moment. I need to check on the others.’
The priestess disappeared from the dragon's view. Draco felt terrible, and even the comforting warmth spreading through his insides did not help. All his hair was still standing on end, and the unpleasant feeling was still present somewhere on the
