The white gowns of the brides flutter in the light wind. My heart doesn’t increase its pace at the sight. I don’t want one of these women, I want Sierra. I wait for the crashing sensation that usually tells me who the one special bride is. And I wait. I fly over once, circle, and fly over again. Sierra wants me to love this bride. Those were her final words. I stop fighting fate and open my heart to my next bride. “I will try,” I tell the wind. I’m not sure what’s happening when the clouds above me begin to spin. Several humans are walking toward the center of town where they will kneel to me as I claim my bride. They stop walking. No, they actually freeze in mid-step. Everything but the clouds swirling above my head stops. Not even the gowns of my brides move with the wind. A beautifully winged Pegasus carries a woman as they charge from the clouds. I shake my head and look again. They’re real… I think. Her mouth does not move as her words enter my head. “Sarn of the family of majestic purple dragons, greetings.”
