“Dark Sorceress, Queen mother of Dragons, Katarina Sorano. The greatest evil Edora has seen in centuries.” She started with an impassive voice, but her eyes were filled with anger and malice.
With another wave of her hand, the image disappeared and I turned to the strange woman in alarm. “When you say dragons… do you mean my kind of dragon–”
“If you’re trying to ask if she’s your grandmother Queen of Dragons, then yes. She is.”
Running a hand down my face tiredly, I say. “Okay, how about we leave the explanation of my family tree for another day. Right now, the most important question for me is, where the hell am I and why did you bring me here?”
“The meadow is an illusion I created within our minds to give both of us a space to talk without the eyes and ears of the dark sorceress.
