Three days had passed since the Festival of Flames, yet the entire fortress still seemed obsessed with what had happened.
Every hallway carried whispers and every gathering carried speculation. Every conversation seemed to stop the moment I approached because apparently surviving dragon fire without a single burn was not considered normal.
I could not blame them. I still did not understand it myself.
That morning, while walking through one of Dragonspire's upper courtyards with Lyra, I overheard two noblewomen speaking near a fountain.
"The dragons protected her." One said.
"No, they chose her." Another one said.
"Perhaps the old stories were true." Someone else said.
"Or perhaps she used magic." Another said as the second woman lowered her voice.
"Dangerous magic." She said.
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