The Representative looked at Shamira, her eyes filled with questions. "I do not know. This has never happened to my knowledge, so there is no precedent. The few incarnations of Shadow Wing that I have researched were all well over two centuries old when they came into their power. With you, it is as if --"

"What?" Shamira felt her skin crawling. "As if what?"

"As if the last Moon Dragon was waiting for you. Because he certainly is not wasting any time."

"And what good am I to him now? He wants to possess a cripple? Do they make those little pet wheelchairs for dragons?"

"He does not possess,"...