Chapter Ten
History in the Making
Iadrawyn was frozen in place. The slitted, blue eyes of the dragon were looking directly at her. She could feel Valanandir trembling beside her. The eyes narrowed.
“Are you drakhalu?” The voice was powerful, but feminine. It spoke in the Elven Tongue.
Iadrawyn tried not to flinch at the sight of the dragon’s sharp teeth as it spoke. It took her a few moments to digest the creature’s words. She hadn’t expected it to engage them in conversation. Although to her, the elves and drakhalu were clearly different creatures, she realized that to the dragon, they probably did look similar.
Should she lie? If the dragon was a creature of darkness and believed them to be allies, it might let them live. But Iadrawyn’s instincts told her this dragon was not to be t
