Accepting the truth.

Since her talk with Cassius, Demetria could not stop thinking about what her uncle had told her. Was it really possible she was somehow special, or was it just a strange coincidence? Maybe Elena's color was just an anomaly, without any particular reason. After all, even Cassius admitted that this story was more of a legend.

She could not find a way to protect others from her father. She literally was hiding from him. How on earth could anyone expect her to go against him? For now, she was still just a girl who barely knew anything about herself, while her father had been a king for years, with a knowledge about dragons. Demetria thought about taking him down, but it was just wishful thinking.

Now, the girl was sitting with the book open before her. She looked at the picture of the white dragon and the others surrounding him. The more she was watching it, the more details she noticed. She almost could feel the power coming from the beast in the center. But he did not seem to look dow