You swim to the bird, a mess of twisted feathers. It's not breathing, and there's nothing you can do for it. It's thin and exhausted-looking, as if it's flown a long distance and just couldn't fly anymore.
You turn away, troubled. You don't like bad luck and mysteries. Cold wind washes your way from the storm, and you shiver.
Beside you, a serpentine shape slices through the water. A young water dragon, about six feet long, swirls around you. He breaks the surface, nudging at your arm.
What does he look like? Is he:
YOU ARE READING
The Merchant of our Chilly Kings
FantasyCan you and your friends master the ocean's magic and save your school?
