Chapter 50 Elaina
ELAINA
I dream of fire…of soaring through a clear night sky…of wind beneath my wings.
I dream of freedom.
I’m flying—soaring through clouds lit by starlight, the wind rushing over my feathers and scales. No. Not my scales… someone else’s—someone powerful.
I look over and see a sleek black body below me, vast wings catching the wind, claws gleaming like obsidian. A black dragon flies beside me—Xaren’s Drake.
But he’s not whole—not anymore. His wings are tattered and his body is weak. I can see the iron collar still chained around his neck, dragging him down like an anchor trying to sink him.
He’s dying.
“Elaina…” His voice echoes in my mind. Rough and weary. “You must set her free…”
“Who?” I call back. “How?”
The clouds part ahead, and I see a second dragon.
She is beautiful.
Wings of pearl and silver stretch wide against the sky. Her body glows with soft moonlight. Her eyes—my eyes—are filled with pain and power.
“She is in you,” the black Drake whispers. “She always has been. She is your birthright… your power. Let her rise. Let her fly.”
“But how?” I cry. “How do I let her out?”
“Feel deep inside yourself,” he tells me. “You’ll find a way once you find her.”