IV
A group of dragons greeted Dark as he entered the palace. Dark knew from the tiredness in their eyes that they had been waiting for him. They had likely been hanging around the entrance, practicing what they would say.
He sighed as he started through the tower. The dragons followed him quietly through the torch-lit hallway until it opened up into a large bone chamber. Arches and flying buttresses fashioned to look like dragons held up the ceiling. The moon shone in through numerous squares cut in the roof, and bougainvillea hung in wreaths from the walls, giving the chamber a purple-pinkish astral glow. Their honeysuckle smell energized Dark; whoever had done the gardening tonight deserved the night off.
The dragons surrounded him in a semicircle, speaking all at once.
“Wait,” Dark
