Dron felt as if his heart were going to beat out of his chest.
He didn't know what was going on.
As it stood right now, everything was fine. Everyone was safe.
Sure, he had a little spat with Mikael. Then another larger spat with Gerax, but there was no real threat, so he couldn't understand why it felt like he was gearing up for the biggest battle of his life.
He thought for a second that he had been poisoned.
There was no way that could be. They had all eaten and drank from the same supplies. Also, he didn't think that anyone on the ship would do that to him.
Then he thought the journey itself was making him ill, but that couldn't be right either. He'd been on journeys like this several times in his life. There was no reason for him to be getting sick now.
Dron tried to breathe deeply several times, but it felt as if he couldn't get enough air into his body.
