"Lord Declan!"
At the sound of his name, Declan spun around. A familiar figure was running full speed down the passage to him. When he neared, the flames from a wall scone illuminated the young fledgling legionnaire.
"Ash?" Declan handed Doc the parchment he'd been reading and started toward the young dragon. At his approach, Ash stopped running and leaned over. Resting his hands on his knees, he tried to catch his breath in heaving gasps.
"They need you...council."
The last word had barely left the youth's lips before Declan took off at a blind run. A thousand thoughts flitted through his mind, but he only hoped and prayed for one. Combat boots pounding on the stones, he took turns and passageways at breakneck speed, barreling past the guards posted outside the council room without so
