Dark stood on the balcony of his family palace as a sea of dragons paid tribute to him. The crowd bustled with color, a mosaic of scales in the mountain valley below. They stood on the ground, flew through the sky, circled the palace to get a look at him.
This was his coronation.
He was the Dragon Lord.
It’s too soon.
I wasn’t meant to lead. Not yet.
Why hadn’t he been able to revisit more memories of his parents?
“No!” he cried. “Turn back time!”
But the crowd roared.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Norwyn. The white dragon stared at him with cobalt eyes, and his mouth twisted into a frown.
“My lord, are you ill?” he asked.
Norwyn!
He hadn’t changed. Still white as a cloud, with piercing blue eyes like a calm ocean. His best friend, his advisor—the only one who understoo
