He awoke screaming, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. The dragon priest wrapped his arms around himself tightly, not to ward away any cold but to give himself a false sense of security. Arden trembled in fear as his mind continued to focus on what he had seen, what awaited him if he did not shake off his tormentors. His aunt had said to stay with family, let them in on what was troubling him and talk about it, but he had and the voices and images remained.
The young dragon broke down into tears, afraid of giving in to their promises and threats and the hopelessness of trying to resist them. âTiyegosa!â he screamed for his sister, azure eyes darting to the shadows and then to the door to his chambers. She cannot help you, whelping. The power of the Old Gods is at your fingertips, embrace it and serve us. We reward those who are faithful.
No! He would not listen, he could not listen.
You can restore the human Highlord.
He knew that was a lie, but a part of him that kept listening was intrigued. The Light had failed to save his father, who was to say that the Shadow could not?
âTiye!â he screamed for his sister again. He was certain his shouts would have the whole Keep come running up to his chambers. Thankfully his parents were away for the week and he didnât have to deal with their attempts to deal with the corruption seeping into him.
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