“Holy shit. You have to see this.” “Tell the boy to move,” Tairn orders. “Tairn says you should move.” Dain steps out of the way. Suddenly, my vision isn’t mine. I’m looking at my own back through…Andarna’s eyes. A back that has a glistening black relic of a dragon mid-flight stretching from shoulder to shoulder and, in the center, the silhouette of a shimmering golden one. “It’s beautiful,” I whisper. I’m marked by their magic as a rider now, as their rider. “We know,” Andarna answers.
