Remember this, said a different voice, one she knew and loved. Remember me.
She did remember. She could never forget.
She was no longer falling. She was standing on a jagged ridge, watching an aerial battle. A bronze dragon, flashing gold in the blood-red sunlight, fought a shadowbeast and its rider. The dragon’s fangs found the shadowbeast’s neck as a plume of black fire engulfed him.
And now he was falling. His charred body hit the rocks below, breaking on the boulders. He twitched twice; then he was still.
“NO!”
Keriya sat bolt upright, shaking. She stared around wildly as nausea and panic subsided.
No, she was not in the Fironem. She was in Aeria, on the northern shore of Lake Sanara. She’d meant only to take a nap and recuperate from her exertions, but the sky was gray and brigh
