*Axureon*
I hovered over the parchment. Each name etched in ink was another who had vowed to join our cause—Saoirse's cause. In my mind, I saw flashes of fire and smoke, imagining their greatness even as I mourned the loss of my mate. I lived centuries without her and only had moments with her again. This Shylah was not the fierce, noble dragon warrior I had loved.
"Are they enough?" Saphira's voice was a whisper, her voice cutting through the silence.
"Enough to tip the scales," I replied, folding the parchment with care. "Their fire will burn away the shadows Shylah has cast upon this realm. I wish things could be different, but Saoirse and her child deserve life."
"Good." Saphira's eyes met mine. They were strong with a hint of concern. It matched the turmoil in my heart.
A sigh es
