After several days, Agonox began to stir. He opened his eyes and blinked several times. After glancing around, he sat up. A sharp pain shot up his side, and he grunted as he laid back down. Aria, who had been resting in a nearby chair, quickly moved to his bed.
"Don't try to get up, you are in bad shape," she said. Agonox was in no condition to argue, so he simply laid there.
"What happened? I remember hearing yelling, and then everything goes blank," said Agonox.
"Some men came, and they tried to take me. I managed to drive them off, but one of them shot you in the chest with a bow. After they were gone, I did my best to heal you. Nazara did most of the work though. The rest of the dragons are flying around, making sure no one else finds the island," replied Aria.
"Thank you. I heal faster in dragon form, so I will morph as soon as I can get out of this bed. I should be fine now, so you should likely return to your magic," replied Agonox.
"I intend to tomorrow."