Darian closed his eyes and took deep breaths. He saw no light, he heard no voice. He tried again, and he did it the third time. Nothing—no voice, no sound, no nothing. Darian sighed in frustration and placed his back on the bed. A puff of frustration escaped his lips. "If only I had the eagle's address or something. He chooses to speak to me only when he wants to." Darian figured he would go to bed. He had had a long day and needed to rest for whatever would happen the next day.
As he descended into sleep, he heard the thick, familiar voice. "I see you visited the library of the late Eagle Lord."
Darian was standing on a rock, surrounded by clouds. He could not see the person speaking. He turned around a few times and gave up. "That place is mine now."
"It should be yours. You have the
