The black crystal stood at the center of the cavern, and although I was staring directly at it, my mind suddenly seemed to drift somewhere far away.
The voices around me became muffled, and the enormous cavern blurred until I could no longer distinguish Draven from Elder Thorne or Magnus.
Something was pulling me deeper.
I tried to move, but my body wouldn't respond and then everything disappeared.
I was standing on a battlefield and the ground beneath my feet was blackened, and smoke covered the sky while thousands of dragons circled overhead.
I looked down at myself, and my blood ran cold. I was wearing armor and a silver crown rested upon my head and Draven stood beside me with his sword drawn.
Thousands of dragons were kneeling before us. Yet behind them, the human kingdom was bu
