Dark flew through a turbulent night sky. It swirled around him, pushed him through a cloud. He flapped his wings hard, but it was nothing against the jet stream in his face. The smell of ozone was thick around him.
He was running.
Running away.
A troop of dragons surrounded him.
Fenroot was at his side. The silver dragon had a soft glow on his face.
Dark wanted to bite his face off.
But no … were they enemies yet?
No, not here … not now….
“The enemy approaches,” Fenroot said, looking concerned. “We have no choice but to turn around and attack.”
In the distance, several shadows loomed.
Dragons. Dissenters.
So many thoughts raced through his head as he remembered this memory.
They had announced his parents’ ascension to a group of Keepers in the mountains. The dragons didn’t agre
