He never approached. He never attacked and he never allowed anyone else to come close.
When I mentioned him to Lyra, my attendant immediately looked confused.
"I don't know which dragon you mean." Lyra admitted.
"He is silver and black, and he watches me from the western cliffs." I said making Lyra frowned.
"Does he have a rider?" She asked.
"No." I said.
"Then perhaps you should tell Draven." She said and I sighed.
"Draven already has enough reasons to worry." I said but Lyra gave me a knowing look.
"That isn't what I asked." She said and I smiled despite myself.
"I'll think about it." I said.
I didn't tell Draven. Instead, I returned to the cliffs the next afternoon and the dragon was waiting.
Only this time, he wasn't standing on the distant ridge. He was standing directly in
