CHAPTER THIRTY SIX
Kyra knelt before her mother, feeling a chill as she dwelled on her final word.
Marda.
A journey alone, into the heart of darkness.
And yet as her mother said it, Kyra knew immediately that that was where she was meant to be. Kyra, eyes closed, dwelled on the image, saw flashing before her a land of ash and fire. A land of blackness, of evil. A land of a monster troll race, of grotesque beings that tore people to pieces for fun. A land from which no one returned.
Yet that was, she sensed, where she was needed most, to retrieve the Staff of Truth. And she herself, Kyra knew, was the only one who could do it.
As Kyra dwelled on how to reach Marda, there flashed through her mind the image of a dragon. She was confused as she saw it was not Theos, but another dragon. A
