Dragonheart? Now we were talking full-on prophecy mode, and if there’s one thing Aelwyn had learned from stories, it was that prophecies never ended well. They were always like, Hey, you’re special, but also, here’s a ton of dangerous responsibility.

“It’s just a story,” Edric added, leaning back like he hadn’t just dropped a prophecy bomb. “But stories, Aelwyn… they have more power than you think.”

That night, sleep didn’t come easily. Aelwyn lay in bed, staring at the sliver of moonlight sneaking through her window, her mind spinning. Dragons? Prophecies? The Dragonheart? And the whispers in the forest… could they really be more than just the wind?