"{ Every man is a divinity in disguise, a god playing the fool"}
Frery sat silently, elbows on his knees, brow furrowed so deeply it looked like the weight of the entire realm had settled there. Maybe it had.
After a moment, he said, "Gerod said the same."
I blinked. "The dragon of Hanka Island?"
He nodded. "When I visited Hanka last moon cycle, they spoke of a stirring in the deep darkness beneath the stone. He warned that something ancient would rise, something that would try to consume the keyline. Said it would seek the stone, the blood, the powers. I didn't know what to make of it until now."
I exhaled slowly, my heart tightening. "Then this isn't just a vision. It's beginning."
He looked at me with that same storm in his eyes, so much like Dunco's, it hurt. "What do we do, Mother?"
