XXV
Frog drifted over the skies of the downtown district, Old Dark heavy on his mind. The dragon lord just wouldn’t bend. No flexibility. He let the silver sky envelop him as he wondered if he had wasted his time. For years he’d dreamt about the dragon lord and how kind he’d been to him. If it hadn’t been for Dark, Frog wouldn’t have had the childhood that he did. He never would have met Lord Dark I.
He thought about the old dragon lord, how he’d taught Frog lessons next to a pond on the palace grounds. Underneath a bright moon, he taught Frog history.
And Lady Smirnagond—his quiet but compassionate wife. They treated Frog like he was their own grandchild. And Lord Dark II! He’d treated Frog like he was his own son. Dark always had a smile on his face when he was around Frog. As a boy,
