Trust the dragons.
Do not trust your father.
The Silver Gate must never open.
The words haunted me constantly. Especially the last sentence. The Silver Gate. I still had no idea what it meant.
Yet instinct told me it mattered. A lot.
That instinct guided me deep into the oldest sections of Dragonspire.
For days, I followed scattered clues hidden throughout ancient records and most led nowhere. One finally led somewhere.
A forgotten passage concealed behind a crumbling stone wall. The discovery happened completely by accident.
I brushed my hand across an ancient carving while exploring an abandoned corridor. Part of the wall shifted and a narrow opening appeared.
My pulse quickened because nobody had mentioned a secret passage. Nobody seemed aware it existed.
Curiosity immediately
