Lyra's POV
By nighttime my belly was as void as an uninhabitable desert, my throat as dry as the soil found on riverbanks on a sunny afternoon. I needed to eat, but as unfortunate as I had become, the hospital was on lockdown. And the gallon of water promised to me had been used.
Apparently. The incident, which very much involves me, killed three people, and the others were also in the same hospital as I was. And worse. They were heavily medicated. The people are worried. As much as I would love to say how much this was the dragons' fault, I was once again in the middle of it all.
There was no way I could point hands at them without it being pointed at me first.
I could almost recite what was at the tip of their tongue waiting to be said: 'That human who made the dragon lord madly run into the mountains close to the human village.'
'That human that fought with a local merchant over soup.'
'That human who was visited by the regal guard,'
