Archer continued humming the final notes of A Whole New World to lull them deeper into slumber. Sometime later, the girls drifted off, their peaceful faces bathed in the fading sunlight, and he got comfortable while hugging them as he felt a sudden shift in his consciousness.
A vision, vivid and unbidden, enveloped him, pulling his mind from the cozy room to a bustling scene. He found himself seated in a private booth high above a sprawling stadium, the air alive thanks to the roar of a cheering crowd.
The arena below buzzed, its stands packed with spectators waving colorful banners. At the center, a sleek track curved through the field, and dragon-like sculptures were built all over the place.
A banner overhead proclaimed a Draconian Racing Tournament, and he recognized the organizer's name: Teuila, his fierce and brilliant wife who had been alongside him for many years.
