XVIII
Miri felt small in the presence of Old Dark.
The dragon lay sleeping silently on the floor. If she hadn’t been paying attention, she would have taken him for dead.
Here was the subject of her life’s work, by a sheer miracle, still alive! She wondered if Heaven was smiling down upon her, if this was her chance—life’s apology for all the hardship she’d borne until now. She wanted to pray, but there would be enough time for that later.
She pulled out her phone and tried to take pictures, but Lucan grabbed her arm.
“Not yet,” he said. “We have to keep this secret.”
Miri walked to the edge of the magical wall. She stopped just short of it and could feel its warmth against her nose.
“It is written,” she started slowly, “that he was killed by Fenroot and left to die in the forests by
