Chapter 8 Everyone Join InMokanar's pain kept him from sleeping well. His head was foggy, and he was not sure he heard Tanlen correctly, "She's who?"
Tanlen spoke again, this time putting more reverence in his voice, "She is a Silver Dragon, the one who protects the Great Forest."
"That's what I thought you said." Mokanar sat still, his mind unable or unwilling to accept the news, "A dragon, right?"
"It's the only thing that makes sense."
"Sure," Mokanar could not be convinced, "There has not been a dragon seen in Xenkur for a thousand years or more."
Viola spoke, "The last of my kind that flew the sky freely was Geirryrloreviss, the Lord of the Blue. One-thousand and seventy-two of your years ago."
"Ridiculous! Are you going to believe any of this, Tanlen?" Mokanar eased himself int
