Lia
The group of us was standing together in a circle. I was in the middle of the circle, holding the dragon stone and letting their words wash over me. At one point, my finger was pierced with a blade. A droplet of blood was placed on the stone, followed by more whispers.
It was to put some of the dragons to sleep, but it also seemed to imply that I would end up gaining more abilities and having a connection to ancient dragons.
None of this made sense.
Had my ancestor casting a curse somehow managed to tie our blood to the dragons, causing the connection to grow for years? This was based on the fact that it was tied to the artifact. I couldn’t believe what was going on or that this was happening.
The power rushing through me was insane. I felt my vision blur, but then this surge of m
