CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The sight of the high mountain peak should have filled him with joy. Dax was home. Wyverns flocked around the satellite islands, small and beautiful plots of land created by thousands of years of volcanic activity. Small plumes of smoke rose from the big crater. His island held the key to creation. Mother Nature’s blood ran hot there. His Island was a paradise. But the circumstances of his return left a bitter taste in the back of his throat.
But determined to plead his case, Dax held his head high, refusing to accept defeat before his fate had been decided.
Members of the Air Guard were waiting for them as they touched down on the beach. An escort of four large golden dragons saluted Ramos and approached.
“Word from the high council.” The largest of the golden escor
