“My lord? My lord? – Kreon!” The utterance of my given name roused me out of the land of dreams. My Commandant looked at me with concern wrinkling his brows. “What do you say, my lord?”
“What do I say to what?” I asked.
Acre had been a part of our Defenders since he was a young dragon. Together we had trained as youths, before the unfortunate incident of my brother’s death that left my people without a Tor. I made him commandant after the last one died. The dragon that had served under my father and grandfather had smothered himself. The war had caused him too much. His mate, his whores, his children had all been killed. He put his head under his wings with a deep cut in his chest. Only one of his progeny survived the war and he was my First, Blaze.
Acre was knowledgeable on build
