"It's done" Yesli said to her Dragon as she knelt down next to it, laying her hand upon its head.

Tears started to form in her eyes as her Dragon looked directly into her. The smell of battle and burning flesh filled both their noses as fatigue swept through their minds.

A battle, a victory but at what price? The King had been overthrown. The city, reclaimed. But her people had suffered too much.

Falling into despair her friend gave her a nudge pushing its head into her lap and chest, it let out a small growl and motioned behind her almost as if it was lending her strength. "You're right, it is not done. It has only just begun."

Yesli took a deep breath, stood on her bloodied feet and faced her people. Torn, tired and broken yet there they were, looking up at her.

She found the strength to hold her sword, blood burning off as she walked towards them. A smile sneaking across her face.