I'm good with dragons, even my soon-to-be-brother-in-law says so, but the dragon I choose to fly on my mission to Prathniss is not an easy one to handle. I end up falling from his back and making an unlikely friend as a result.

A powerful ability neither of us understands nearly kills both of us, but the close calls with death don't hurt nearly as much as what happens when I recover my wayward dragon.

A few kind people help me on my way. However, as I continue with what I need to do, I know it's not what I want to do, and a newly discovered part of myself perishes.