4
For the next two days a tense atmosphere hung over the castle. The presence of the Acheron didn’t alleviate the concerns of my dragon lord as he stalked the halls and stood on the balconies awaiting a reply from the birds. The golden dragons never left their posts, but stayed in their positions like pale gargoyles.
On the third day I heard cawing. Darda was with me, and we both rushed out onto the nearest balcony and scanned the skies. I jabbed my finger at several black dots in the air. “There!”
The birds circled the air above the castle before they dropped onto a balcony above us. I leaned over the railing to try to catch a glimpse of the action, but to no avail.
Darda slipped her hands underneath my arms and opened her wings. My eyes widened as Darda leapt onto the railing
