The hunt for the Golden Treasure had begun.

"Seven," she whispered. "Come back. It's dangerous."

He remembered the First Nest, a crater of molten rock where his egg had cracked. He remembered the Deep Singers, the worm-things that taught him how to listen to the stone. He remembered the Sky-Serpent, a comet that had whispered secrets of iron and gold into his dreams. Most of all, he remembered the Great Burning —not his fire, but the fire of a falling star that had turned a jungle into a glass desert a thousand years before his first molt.

He opened his eyes in a cage of lightless glass.

And he began to remember .