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“Too many this time.”
I straightened. “What does that mean?”
Da
“They’re just dreams! They aren’t real,” I told him, unable to withstand him feeling betrayed. Like I didn’t trust him. Because I did. I trusted him with my life. And if the priestesses caught wind of this, my life would be given to them. That was what at stake. “They are unclear. No words are spoken. I’ve never seen another person in them. Only…”
Only the dragons.
Two in particular.
A terrifying black creature with eyes as gold as the sun and teeth as sharp as swords.
The other…
I blew out a sharp breath, standing to pace to Bekkar’s sword. I stared down at the white heartstone shimmering in its hilt. The last heartstone in existence on Dakkar…as far as we knew. It had been the heartstones that helped the Five banish the red fog in the Dead Lands. It had nearly cost them their lives.
“If,” I started quietly, my words barely a whisper, “I possess fragments of our ancestors’ magic, it is a useless thing.”
Da
“You might believe that,” he whispered, as if we could be overheard. “But I don’t.”
My lips parted—
“Through our father, you are a descendent of Queen Kara, the Banisher and the Wielder of the Heartstones, and King Arik of Rath Serok. And your mother’s line of Rath Drokka? You descend from the Mad Horde King and of Vie
My throat went tight.
“Can you feel it?” he asked, voice suddenly guttural. My lips parted when I heard the trepidation in his voice. “The power leeching from the land? Our home? This heartstone is growing dimmer with every passing day. Have you noticed?”
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. My gaze cut to the heartstone. It hummed in answer. I could feel it. For the first time, I wondered if Da
“These dragon riders?” my brother continued, shaking his head, and I heard the gold beads in his hair clicking together. “I think they want what we ca
“Da
“It was foolish of us to believe that there was nothing beyond Drukkar’s Sea,” he continued, his lip curling in a mocking, sad smile. “I have a feeling that we know nothing at all and that we will pay for it in due time.”
My brother took my hand again. “You need to have strength, Klara,” he said, trepidation in his eyes. “More so now than ever before.”
“Why?” I asked, hearing a thread of warning in his tone. “Da
“They’ve asked for you.”
“What?” I asked, thinking I heard him incorrectly. “Who?”
“The dragon riders.”
All my breath left me. Da
“Their leader. He asks for you at the East Gate.”