Here is part 2 guys, enjoy. Comments and Suggestions are welcome

Every night it was the screams, then the sobs, then the pleads for mercy, and finally the silent whimpering of a broken will that crossed the realm of sleep and into reality. We were all exhausted, and high-strung. It’s been a week now since I rescued the girl and none of us had gotten any sleep at night, so we taken to doing most chores at night and napping in the day between bandage changes and body washes. I looked over to my mother, who was now making another batch of suppressing agent. My mother was rather attractive for a older woman, with pearl milky skin and sunlight colored tresses, she still held the regal and slim figure of a woman half her age.

Different from the girl upon the stone slab her features were sharp and strong with just the smallest touch of serenity that sirened many men in her youth. I being the spitting image of my mother, but for the male version, my sister is the spitting image of my late father who died in the Farie Dragon Wars two winters past. Holly was now talking to the dragon trying to assure her to awake from her sleep of fear. Thanks to mom, the girl no longer looks deathly and the venom has been corralled only to the cuts upon her back. But still she sleeps and dreams.