Lia
The second we had a chance to sit down with the elders, I was itching to ask them questions. I had so many things I wanted to say to them. So many things I needed to talk to them about, but before I could even get out so much as a word in edgewise, one of the elders spoke before me.
She stared at me. I balked, wishing she would stop looking at me like this.
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
“I heard a rumor,” the elder said, her voice scratchy like old parchment. “About a prophecy.”
I didn’t bother pretending to be surprised. “There are always rumors. What makes this one worth tracking me down for?”
She tilted her head, her white braid sliding over one shoulder. “Because it’s old. And because it’s in Drogon.”
That got my attention. “The dragon language?”
She nodded once, e
