CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Morning came all too quickly for Calderon. He felt as though he had barely fallen asleep when the sun began peeking through the small window of his room. A storm had arrived during the night and the incessant tapping of rain drops pelting the glass pane had kept him awake most of the night. Or at least he blamed the rain. If he was honest with himself, he would have to blame himself for his lack of sleep.
The news of a dangerous woman seeking the sphere and the armies of Talvaard marching on the city they were in troubled him deeply. He couldn’t fight well and had never been trained with a blade. What good could he do in a battle that had nothing to do with him? That was a lie too. The truth of it was that he was responsible for the dragon. If he would never have falle
