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Have you seen it in action? It’s hot enough to melt the stones after just a few seconds.”
    “That’s to be expected from dragon fire. Legends say-”
    “Wait, what did you say?”
    “Oh dear. No, what I meant to say-”
    “Mercer!”
    I stopped walking and hung my head before turning to face the scholar. He removed his satchel and handed it to Marcela, telling her, “Look after these for me, will you? I would like my body to be donated to an academic institution.”
    “Huh? What’s going on?” asked Marcela, who could not hold on to the heavy sack of books and dropped it. “I want to hear about dragons.”
    “That’s up to Mercer now.”
    I rolled my eyes. “Shut up, Ghevont.”
    “But I need to, well, okay.”
    Clarissa, with arms crossed, glared at me a moment. I kept my staunch eyes on hers, letting us speak without having to use words.
    When she decided to converse vocally, she said, “This does explain a few things. So it’s true, then?”
    “Yes.”
    “Why didn’t you tell me?”
    “If it ever became important, I would have.”
    “I think your definition of ‘important’ is different than mine.”
    “I’m a long way from controlling his flame much less summoning Aranath himself, so I didn’t want to put any grandiose ideas about me in your head.”
    “Who’s Aranath?” asked Marcela.
    “Aranath?” said Ghevont. “As in Aranath the Sky Lord? One of Kyloth’s foremost-”
    A glance from me stopped him in his uttered tracks.
    Marcela stamped her foot. “What’s going on?! Why won’t you let him talk? All he said was that your fire was like a drag- Ooooh! I get it! But then that means… Oh… But that’s not possible, right? Ghevont?” He shrugged. She cocked her head and stared at me. “Nah, I don’t believe it.”
    “Good,” I said, turning back around. “Let’s keep moving.”
    “Wait! Are you being serious or not?! C-Clarissa, he isn’t serious, right?”
    “Well,” began Clarissa, “ask yourself this, when have you known Mercer to joke around?”
    Since I didn’t hear our youngest member say anything, I assumed her to be in contemplative silence. I had to make sure later that Marcela would keep her knowledge of my power a secret before we reached Ecrin. A few minutes after we resumed our stroll, the youth began asking Ghevont questions about dragons. Knowing I had a direct link to such answers, I paid little attention to the scholar’s accounts. Of course, that didn’t mean a lack of curiosity.
    The next time I found myself watching over three sleeping travelers, I strode just out of earshot and sat against a tree.
    “Who’s Kyloth?”
    “You would know if you ever read more about the War of Dragon Fire,” replied my sword.
    “I guess I was afraid you might see me as presumptuous if I looked into your past.”
    “You think me delicate, boy? That old war does not define me. Kyloth was the elder dragon I served.”
    “The one who began the war?”
    “I would not say he ‘began’ it, but he did lead it.”
    “And what’s with ‘Aranath the Sky Lord’ thing?”
    “A human habit,” he grumbled. “Though I confess it was something of an honor to be designated as such, as only the most fearsome dragons were given titles.”
    “Yeah, but why ‘Sky Lord’?”
    “You’ll see for yourself if you ever summon me.”
    “Which human gave you the title?”
    “The last Veknu Milaris I partnered with.”
    I paused my questioning when I realized Aranath had likely been comparing me to his previous partners during our time together. I didn’t only have the experience of a dragon on my side, but that of several ancient warriors. “What was he like?”
    “ She was a brutal warrior. Her prana was as fierce as your released corruption, but with far greater control. Her name was Irene Renauld.”
    “A Renauld? Then she was related to Morris Renauld?”
    “Now Morris I would say really instigated the war. She was his youngest grandchild.”
    “Was she also the