Chapter Seven
“Go,” Zohar whispered, pushing on the small symbiot next to him. “Go!”
The tiny golden symbiot looked back at Abby and Zoran’s living quarters before turning into a small bird and launching off the balcony. Zohar shifted into his dragon form and followed the symbiot as it glided over the tall walls of the palace toward a meadow not far from it.
Tonight, while their parents had danced, the dragonlings, Roam, and Alice had made a pact. They were going to go find the Old Dragon of the Mountain and save Christmas. Amber and Jade had suggested meeting at the meadow where their mommy and daddy liked to take them to play.
While the adults couldn’t seem to understand everything they said to them, the dragonlings, Roam, and Alice understood each other perfectly when they talked to
