“You speak with honesty, child of the wind.”
My heart skipped.
“Take the book.”
Relief crashed through me so hard my knees nearly buckled.
“But know this,” the dragon said, his voice lowering. “Within those pages lie secrets you may not be ready to learn.”
His great eye fixed on me again.
“Things that have not yet come to pass.”
The cavern seemed to grow colder.
“And the future is not a thing to be trifled with.”
I paused.
“Sir. Mr Dragon King. I have a question for you.”
The great blue eye opened again.
“Speak, child of the wind.”
I shifted the book awkwardly in my hands.
“It’s about the Void.”
The Dragon King lowered his vast head slightly, watching me without blinking.
“What do you wish to know?”
I swallowed.
“Once a Void emerges… can it be changed?”
For a long moment the dragon said nothing.
The slow rhythm of his breathing filled the cavern.
Then the ancient voice rumbled again.
“The Void is not a thing that is born suddenly. Only when necessary.”
His eye gleamed faintly in the dim light.
“It is shaped. Forged by choices. By pain. By power.”
“So, what does it mean for the current person carrying it?”
The Dragon King was still. “What is a void, but emptiness waiting to be filled?”
“I don’t understand,” I replied.
A deep rumble rolled through his chest, like distant thunder.
“You will.”
