Give me a chance, he says.
No, I say.
No and no and no.
THE GREAT White accused me of being distracted today.
I don’t even try to understand how I know that.
He’s like this… presence. In my head.
It’s dragon magic. It has to be. He doesn’t have to open his mouth and I know what he’s telling me.
And he’s accusing me of being distracted.
If only he knew.
MYRIN KISSED me today.
That asshole.
HE’S MY cornerstone.
He’s my cornerstone.
He’s my cornerstone.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck—
IT IS of the mind. But it’s also of the air and the earth, the plants and the trees and the sky and the stars. Magic is everywhere. But it starts in the mind. I can’t say if it’s the same for other magical creatures, but they don’t think like we do. They see things differently. I’m sure the elves probably say the same about us, but then they’ve always been of the superior sort. It’s not as if there are many around anymore as it is.
But it starts in the mind.
It’s a… spark.
And it gathers.
I can see so much of it now, so much more than I could even after the Trials.
The outlines. The construct. How it builds and builds and builds—
I need to tell the Great White. So he’ll—
Myrin’s here. I can tell him too.
I HAVE to make a choice.
The Great White.
Or Myrin.
He’s making me do this.
That giant bastard is making me do this.
How dare he.
How dare he do this to me.