"How do we do this?" I asked.
"Give me your hand."
I did, and a claw extended from Balaur's finger and made a swift cut on my palm. He did the same to his and sealed the deal with a shake.
Without words or any chanting and strenuous steps, our agreement was sealed with a symbol of a dragon on the back of my palm before it disappeared like it sunk into my flesh.
"You better uphold your end of the bargain, boy, or I will tear you myself," he spat as dark metallic clouds of dust enveloped him.
I smiled. "The name's Cross."
And don't worry, I really plan to find this island. How else am I going to have a legion of dragons in my command if I don't?
"Stand back if you don't want to be flung a hundred meters."
