The hidden island they landed on floated on misty clouds, dense with glowing flora and ancient stone ruins. Lyra placed the satchel on the ground, the crystal pulsing softly.
Kael studied her with a mix of curiosity and caution. "Your telepathy… it's illegal," he said finally. "If anyone finds out, they'll kill you."
Lyra's jaw tightened. "And if I don't use it, thousands of dragons will die."
Kael hesitated. "I've seen humans and dragons die. I've fought for the Guild… and against them. You might be the only hope."
A low growl echoed through the mist. From the shadows emerged an ancient dragon, scales shimmering with silver and gold. Lyra froze, heart pounding.
It recognizes me… she thought, stepping forward instinctively. The crystal vibrated in response, warm against her palm.
Kael's eyes widened. "You… you can bond with them?"
"Yes," Lyra whispered. "I think I can awaken them. That's why they're after me."
The dragon's massive head lowered, nostrils flaring. Lyra reached out, trembling. Its eyes locked with hers—intelligent, ancient, and almost human in understanding. She heard its voice, not with her ears, but in her mind.
Guardian… rise… protect…
Kael's breath caught. "So this crystal… it's not just a weapon. It's… a bridge."
Lyra nodded. "And if I can master it, we might have a chance to save the skies."
Kael stepped closer, concern etching his face. "I'll help you. But you have to trust me… fully."
Lyra met his gaze. For the first time, she considered it—not just as a temporary alliance, but something deeper. Something dangerous… and thrilling.
The storm outside rumbled, distant but growing. Their journey was only beginning.