But in her breast, another fire,
Not born of greed, nor dark desire.
She hears the cries no court will heed,
Of dragons torn, of mothers’ need.
Skylar
I try to force my mind to focus on getting back into the castle unseen, but it’s nearly impossible. That golden dragon spoke to me. Is that normal? Can they talk to whomever they want to talk to? And the other two. I never knew if my efforts were worthy, but now I do. It makes the risks that I’ve been taking so worth it.
When I make my way back down the path, I can still see fires burning inside the fortress and the air is filled with smoke.
I quickly make my way inside, careful not to cross paths with anyone. I stuff my cloak into a hidden wall space. I’ll have to come back for it later.
Then I make my way out into the courtyard and
