“Yes.”
"The Sinceritas Purus-Litas calls,"another voice rumbled.
"Only mortal blood may claim it."
My heartbeat climbed into my throat.. “Yes.”
Smoke curled thick through the rafters.
"Eloria awaits,"a third mind added. Not a question.
A statement, as if they had always known it would come to
this.
I stepped forward, deeper into the keep, heart pounding and
sweat soaking my back. “That mortal is me.”
The cavern shifted uneasily. Talons scraped.
Wings adjusted.
And there was no argument.
“I can’t simply walk into the volcano,” I said. “I need help, I cannot survive the descent alone.”
That was the part the prophecy did not account for.
The mortal retrieves the blade, but it does not say how to reach it.
"Send Draxxinar, he’s the strongest."
“He will need to assist the High Lord in shielding me.” I replied.
A deep, scared voice echoed from the far wall."The prophecy does not command us to carry you."I could sense their fear, their hesitation.
The stinging sensation in my hands started to burn and spread up my arm as more dragons joined the discussion.
“It does not, that is why I’m asking,” I replied. The air grew tight.
Hot.
Reluctant.
Then from out of the shadows, without hesitation, a radiant blue-green dragon stepped forward.
Zephyros.
My heart dropped instantly, sinking into the bottom of my stomach with a thud that made me nauseous.
“No.”
She ignored the word.
Zephyros: The prophecy names a mortal,she said calmly.
But it is dragon kind who will need to assist.
