Lia

The group of us was standing together in a circle. I was in the middle of the circle, holding the dragon stone and letting their words wash over me. At one point, my finger was pierced with a blade. A droplet of blood was placed on the stone, followed by more whispers.

It was to put some of the dragons to sleep, but it also seemed to imply that I would end up gaining more abilities and having a connection to ancient dragons.

None of this made sense.

Had my ancestor casting a curse ...