"I'm not her." I said.
"No. But your blood may carry her authority." Elder Thorne said.
"I'm only half dragon." I said.
"Perhaps. Or your blood may be far more powerful than we believed." He said as he looked at the kneeling dragons.
I stared at Ashwing and he lifted his head and looked directly into my eyes.
I could feel his emotions. Recognition. Loyalty.
Something that felt almost like love so I reached toward him.
The moment my hand touched his scales, warmth moved through my palm.
A strange image flashed through my mind of a silver dragon standing beside a woman with violet eyes.
My mother.
Then the image disappeared and I pulled my hand away.
Draven noticed immediately.
"What did you see?" Draven asked.
"My mother." I said.
"What was she doing?" He asked.
"She was wit
