It was a year later, almost to the day, when the echo of her lost skill resurfaced. This time instead of fearing it she welcomed it, and her acceptance alone saw her gain control. Yet its power was but a fraction of that it had once been.
“What exactly is the Holder of the Sacred Chord?” she questioned, tearing her thoughts from the past. It was only as her eyes found their focus once more she realised she was staring at the hypertrophic burn scar across her right palm.
“A person whose song is so beautiful it can calm even the most violent of beasts, lulling them to submission or sleep. Some once called you a dragon charmer, but I'm a stickler for the old names. They command a respect and power often forgotten. Just like the truth of dragons thanks to Kadmos Rosu.”
The wyrms had long ag
