The villagers turned as the sky darkened with the shadows of the six dragons. A low cry of panic escaped several of the women when they saw the two air gliders. Fear that the village was under attack sent the residents scrambling for cover. The men threw off the baskets of food they carried on their backs.
“It’s the Dragon Lords,” one man yelled hoarsely.
“The Dragon Lords,” another whispered, pausing in the act of shifting.
“But, who are the others,” another demanded, watching nervously as each dragon landed and shifted, before turning to where Vox and Ha’ven were settling down their transports. “They are Sarafin and Curizan!”
“Halt!” Zoran growled in a loud voice when he saw several men reaching for their weapons.
“My Lord,” the first man said, stepping forward and kneeling as he ne
