Iris was laying on the floor of the library with several books sprawled in front of her.
“Dad,” she lifted her head, “there is a story here in this book depicting a black swirl, but it makes no mention of the gold mist.”
“What does it say?” Xiu asked as he came and knelt beside her. He perused it and then made a face, “it is not what we are looking for. It speaks only to the removal of a poison. We found this in the other book as well. If the dragons are poisoned, magic can pull the poison out and it will come in black or green form into the air. It is not the same.”
“What if the black was poison being removed?” she questioned shrinking her nose up curiously.
“I would wonder the same if I hadn’t seen it for myself,” he shook his head. “The black mist did not come from you or Jay. It ca
