Creya pulls his head back to look at me with astonishment. “We have to burn the sap around the cut.” He says as if I should’ve known that.
“I can’t control it.” The words just fall from my mouth.
Creya’s eyes widen. “You…you can’t control it?”
I shake my head. “To be honest I figured you would know more than I do.”
“How is that possible?” The old dragon narrows his eyes.
I look down at the sticky tail in my arms. I try to figure a way to explain fast.
“She was taken from her family.” Ferron answers for me, “Witchcraft has been outlawed by our King Reilach. Her mother was executed, along with her father. I do not know the exact details of it, but the king found out about her mother’s magic.”
Creya stares at me with a new expression I couldn’t understand. “You were never told about it
