Morning came slowly to the forest.
Mist hung between the trees, and the last traces of the night's cold clung to the grass around the camp. The fire had burned down to a bed of gray ash, with only a few red embers remaining beneath the wood.
John sat near the stream, watching the water pass over the stones.
He had barely slept.
The strange heartbeat from the northern hills had stayed in his thoughts throughout the night. So had the crystal's final words.
*The choice you have not yet made.*
He wasn't sure whether the crystal had been warning him or simply repeating something it remembered from the Great Dragon. Either way, it had given him another question without providing an answer.
At this point, John was starting to suspect that the Legacy had been designed by someone who enjoyed making things difficult.
"You're doing it again."
John glanced behind him.
