to see. All he could see were the tops of the obelisks supporting the protective barrier. The pedestals, which until recently had been smooth and intricately covered with runic symbols, were now shattered, charred and burnt. In addition, the one furthest to the right looked as if it had been cut in half.
‘I see you're feeling better.’ The priestess who had previously helped the dragon looked at him from over another unconscious person.
‘Yes, thank you very much.’ Draco bowed as best he could.
‘You've recovered remarkably quickly. After such a shock, you should be unconscious for a good while longer.’
‘Maybe I was luckier than it seemed.’
‘Perhaps.’ The priestess gently parted the lips of the girl she was kneeling beside. Only now did Draco recognise the assistant instructor who had been in charge of his shooting range. The woman carefully placed a vial to the girl's lips and very slowly began to pour the potion, watching closely to make sure she swallowed it. ‘Anyway, how are you feeling?’
‘I've felt better.’ The dragon smiled crookedly. It was a phrase he used so often that it had lost its meaning for him, yet now there was something true in it. ‘I've also felt worse.’
‘You can't underestimate magical shock.’ The priestess looked at him reproachfully.
‘Don't worry, I'm not downplaying it.’ Draco looked around as if to check if anyone was eavesdropping on them. ‘I've been unlucky lately. I was just mauled by a marvax, and now this. What was that, anyway?’ He asked conspiratorially, lowering his voice.
‘You should be more careful.’ The woman refused to get drawn into a discussion about the strange event. ‘If you feel better, sit over there on the wall,’ she said, pointing to the lowest arena. ‘The instructors may want to talk to the witnesses.’ The priestess returned to giving the vampire the potion, acting as if she had completely lost interest in the dragon.
Draco sighed and reluctantly got up. He felt weak, but other than that, there was nothing to worry about. Dragging his feet a little, he headed
