The word ASHWYRM remained carved into the ancient stone, and I could not stop staring at it because those eight letters had changed everything I thought I understood about Draven, his family, my mother, and the reason our paths had been forced together.
Draven stood beside me in silence, his jaw clenched and his hands curled into fists as he stared at the inscription beneath the First Queen’s words.
“My ancestors knew.” He finally said.
Elder Thorne approached the wall, his fingers brushing carefully over the ancient carving.
“They knew what would happen if the two bloodlines were ever separated completely.” Thorne said and Draven turned toward him.
“Then tell me everything.” Draven said as Thorne looked between us before answering.
“The Ashwyrm and Celestia bloodlines once ruled tog
