LARICE WHITEWIND TOOK NOTHING MUCH FOR HER JOURNEY, only Gray Viper and an extra linen undergarment. Although she had no sunlars to buy bread or any meal—Shajara Forest provided anyone who could reach the high trees filled with sunny pears and flush apples and white berries. So it would only take one climb by the time her stomach would ask for it. For once, she had thought of selling one pearl from her necklace, but hell no. Every piece was too valuable for anything in this world.
Until now, Larice couldn’t believe she actually escaped from Shavath. Archon Quarth would kill her for sure, but nothing from that fortress mattered to her anymore. She would never spend the rest of her life weaving fabrics in the locked chambers of the Monases.
Only one more problem bothered her now; what in the world would she do when she finds the dragon? Would she make herself ask the beast? How stupid of her. Dragons don’t even talk! They’d
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THE MASSIVE FIRE SCREAMED LIKE SOULS FROM THE DEPTHS OF HELL, trying to reach the night heavens. Its roaring heat had kept the surrounding villagers away—but not Raeherys the Hyborn. It welcomed him instead as he hasted towards the burning house.“Your Grace! Where are you going? Your Grace!” called Fetyr from behind, but Raeherys could no longer hear anything else other than the cries of the helpless women inside—and the child. The damn child. He should not have agreed to what the Lawdra had suggested earlier. A mistake it was—a big mistake.“Dracarth …” whispered Raeherys while running. His skin all over his body glowed with ember, slowly replaced by medallion-gold scales, shining and reflecting the light from the house fire.The blazing wooden stairs creaked as Raeherys climbed for the door. Flames embraced him, but his scales had protected his fragile, human skin well enough.Raeh
LARICE WHITEWIND SHOULD NOT WASTE HER TIME for this weird guy approaching her. She needed to head on her way now or else the dragon hunters from Shavath might arrive to catch her. But here she was.His forest-green eyes and blond hair shone even brighter as he stepped out into the sunlight. “I am Estevan de Alion.” He offered his hand to her with a warm smile. Although Larice was tall, he still stood a little higher than her.Larice did nothing but glare at his hand, then back to his face. “You’re foreign. Where’d you come from?” she said.“My lady, I’m from Celestia, the highlands of knowledge and wisdom,” Estevan replied while fixing his hair, blown by the sea breeze.“Celestia?” She stormed her brows as she tried to recall where she had heard the name before.“Yes … In fact, I’ve come a long way to get here. My country lies from the northe
DEEP IN THE FOREST IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT, frogs and crickets symphonized, owls hooting and leaves rustling from the gust of the northern wind.While heading south, Raeherys had trouble thinking of how they would plan to obtain the Orb of Phlareus. But certain he was that the great war approaching would be his opportunity to sneak into the Emperor’s Palace, while most of the human armies would be gone for the war. The sooner he would get the orb, the fewer lives would be lost.However, the only problem for him now was the dragon hunters; scattered around these vast lands. Raeherys and Fetyr had to stay in their human form at all times, though it would take more time traveling on foot.“I must admit, Your Grace …” spoke Fetyr as they trailed through the depths of the forest. “I have been reckless to advise you to burn the house. I would like to ask for your forgiveness.”“I will,” replie
HAVING A COMPANY TO HER QUEST WAS WAY OUT OF HER PLAN. It irritated her. The peaceful silence of Shajara Forest had always soothed her ears before—but now was completely different. This stupid guy kept on firing nonsense questions ever since, and once answered, he would add more, and then more. Not to mention of him doing nothing but slow her down because of that bulky knapsack of his. What in the world did that bag contain? A human corpse? Though Larice gave very few answers to every question, Estevan didn’t stop. “What do you think are dragons like—based on your encounters so far? Now don’t tell me they can transform because I already know all about their shifting abilities … I’m only asking about the way they act. Do you think they can speak to humans? Or only to their fellow kinds?” he asked. “Doesn’t matter what I think.” Larice had been trying to avoid the questions, knowing the fact that she had never seen a dragon in her whole life. “Ca
A FEW MOONS AGO, the mondras who survived the war, had told the story of how they crushed Ormir to the ground, led by Aravyr, his mad brother. They swarmed in strong numbers, hundreds and hundreds of them … bringing light amidst the night heavens with dragonfire. They burned everything in the fortress—the houses … the people … even the entire forest outside, surrounding the walls. They had told the story of how Aravyr showed no mercy on the human lord of Ormir, pulverizing his head against the floor. Skull shattered and blood splashed, they had said. After the fall of the fortress, the dragons warred to the south, colliding with the combined forces of the dragon hunters and the empire army—only to fail and die in the end. All of these poked in to Raeherys’ mind as he and Fetyr stood at the gateless entrance of Ormir. The iron portcullis had melted down from dragonfire, spread upon the dry road of the gatehouse. The White Fortress, the humans ha
THE PINE TREES BROUGHT OUT their sharp, sweet, and refreshing aroma, carried by the gust of cool wind in the air of noon. Mockingbirds mocked and chirped above. They flapped out of the branches as three men walked along the forest road that made their path to the south of Ormir. Raeherys could not imagine what else could be more terrible than the human garment he was wearing now. Too tight it was for his body, especially on his broad shoulders. The dragon scale vests they used to wear felt so much better than this. But he and Fetyr had to change how they dress if they did not want to be recognized. “Are you certain about this, Sev?” said Raeherys, cringing. “The dragon hunters might still notice our unfamiliarity.” “Oh trust me, mate,” replied Sevyh, playing with the small bag of coins he had stolen from Akim and his companion. “They ain’t gonna recognize you. I’ll handle the talk, cover you and all.” Raeherys let out a sigh. Th
HER WHOLE LIFE, Larice always feared the curse inside her. Every time she panicked, her heart rate increased, causing her blood flow to surge, forcing the curse to outburst. She couldn’t control it. However, at the very least, she had a hint of how it worked now. “I still don’t get it. How in the world can you think my blood is an Empyreal Weapon?” Larice said as they traveled through the depths of the pine forest, going north. They’d taken a quick stop in the Rath Village earlier to have their late noon meal before they went on. “Look, I’m not a hundred percent sure if it is, okay?” Estevan adjusted his glasses, looking down at his notes. “I’m just saying—it’s the closest one we can connect to in speaking about magic. You see, a whole lot of these weapons exist in this world too—shoes, necklaces, rings, horns … even wings—“ “You’re kidding,” Larice turned to him with a look of disbelief, “Wings?” Estevan grinned on
TALL, WHITE, COMPRESSED—birch trees surrounded the small houses of Rath, the warm light of sundown painting the leaves with greenish-gold. Busy villagers became much busier as the skies grew darker. Raeherys found himself amused, observing several men chopping logs, women passing by with both hands supporting the jug on top of their heads which, he believed, contained water. Horses dragged big, wooden carts filled with more logs and fruits and animals from the forest. So this was the way these humans live … so simple, peaceful. The sight of human children helping their parents made Raeherys recall the little dragons who used to play in the meadows of Draconi … and the rest of his brethren who labored in harvests and mines. He never knew humans could also have such a livelihood. However, the image of the burning house refused to fade from his mind—the village where he and Fetyr had caused that fire. With regrets returning to suppress him, he hoped that
“COME NOW, MY DEAR WHITEWIND,” her father said, reaching out both hands. “We will tell you everything you wanted to know … every memory we’ve made during your childhood. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted? It’ll be fun.”Larice found herself standing in the middle of a vast meadow, watching her parents ahead of her, surrounded by checkerblooms and red lilies. Behind her parents was a cliff—but connected to a bed of clouds, extending beyond far into the blue horizon. Cool breeze brushed against her face. She blinked twice. Seeing the clouds made her recall of something very familiar … like she’d been over those white beds of cottons before … with someone.Her eyes traveled around, almost turning her head, but then her mother spoke, “Don’t look, Larice … Don’t look.” A smile lingered on her lips. “What do you mean&md
What the hell just happened? Raeherys stood in shock as the fountain of orange liquid, falling from the hole at the ceiling, was all covered by frost. The circular pool at the center turned into icy blue. He recognized the same energy … was it Larice? He wondered. This frost must have belonged to her since she was the only one here in Drava who had such powers.Although the freezing of the fountain had surprised them all, it didn’t stop the fighting in the Alchedra. The shelves, books, wooden tables, and chairs—all burned from the fire blasted out by Myrdin and Raeherys. The Sun Guardes kept on using their purple capes to protect themselves. But this time, when one of them charged to attack Raeherys, Myrdin breathed in and blew another swirling fire—the guard covered himself with his cape, but the fabric burned out instantly into black … and then into ashes. He screamed out
The air in the long hall was burning hot. Larice could feel the growing heat as they approached towards the end—their wet bodies and garments from the rain slowly drying out. Then she turned to Estevan. He was using his shield in front of him to hide from the heat waves as his sweat broke on his blushed skin.“We’re close,” he said.Larice nodded. She could feel the intense power radiating ahead of them. The wall at the end of the hall glowed in orange light as if there was fire awaiting them. Now that she had thought of fire, she tried to give herself more courage. She shouldn’t be afraid now. She shouldn’t let her fear take over her this time.“Come hide in my shield. Aren’t you affected by the heat?” Estevan asked.
It was a lot harder for Raeherys to make haste as his numb legs felt like two logs of wood, moving and bending, and would break any second now if he exerted more. Every movement screamed with pain. The wounds and bruises he got from their escape earlier in the dungeon had yet to heal, all because his body’s recovery was too slow. The regeneration in his blood would only take in full effect when he’s in his true form.With one hand covering his bleeding ear, Raeherys tried to rush as fast as he could towards the throne room. He grew more worried, wondering what’s happening to Larice and the others now. They must’ve been in serious trouble already, he thought.So far, Raeherys only found the Grand Hunter as one threat for them. But the rest he still hadn’t encountered; the Emperor, the three left of the Sun Guardes, and the two Archon Hunters. So he had to go fast to reach them in time.The same path he took on
The Sun Palace shook and trembled. Chandeliers swayed above the ceiling, and the glass windows cracked and broke from the screeches of the dragons outside. Larice, Estevan, and Myrdin rushed through the long hall, their bodies, garments, and boots all dripping wet from the rain while leaving tracks on the quartz floor. Her thoughts gathered on Raeherys worriedly. She couldn’t believe she just left him there facing that skilled Grand Hunter. With that wounded and bloody condition, Raeherys wouldn’t stand a chance against Lorath, she thought. And she could never forgive herself if something bad would happen to him again.They encountered more Palace Guards, five of them, heading their way in the hall. Larice didn’t give them the opportunity to make their stance, so she advanced in a flash, driving the point of her sword straight through the eyehole of the guard’s golden helm.The man shrieked and died as Larice pulled out th
Thunder clapped through the rain clouds as the swarm of dragons stormed down into the palace. Their loud screeches echoed amidst the night sky, their wings folded to pierce through the air and speed up their fall like meteors raining chaos upon the land.Raeherys found the scorpions and archers all facing south. These foolish humans indeed hadn’t expected their surprise attack, he thought.When the dark sound of the bell rang from the palace tower below, Myrdin called out to all his brethren in their dragon forms. “Now! Wipe out those defenses!”And so the battle began …Rain poured heavily, so the dragons couldn’t breathe fire. They had to use their physical strength—their claws, tails, and razor teeth to destroy those weapons and archers above the curtain walls and towers of the Sun Palace.As Raeherys and Myrdin landed over the highest roof, carrying Larice and Estevan—the rest of
Larice stood, gazing at the night sea with the waves trying to touch her feet. Her black hair danced with the strong rhythm of the breeze. In a few hours—the red dawn would finally come to paint the skies with blood and chaos. She believed it signified the end … but what end?The end of the dragon realm?The end of the Empire?Or the end of their lives?Larice mesmerized at the ends of the horizon while reflecting if they could survive the red dawn … or not. The odds were completely against them as they lacked in numbers and strength. Little chances they had, she knew. But they’re still gambling on it, since this would be their last chance to save everyone. She found herself remembering Faran. She promised she would return to the inn to live with them … but that promise was already walking on a tight rope; she feared.“Are you alright?” Estevan came and stopped beside her, facing t
From the east sea, the salty breeze sighed at Raeherys with his hair flailing. It was still dark. The sound of the waves crashing on the shores came by and by and by repeatedly. He sat on the grains of sand, facing Larice and Myrdin, with Estevan who was drawing a map of the palace with a stick. It was only the four of them, and they needed to devise a plan to storm the palace and get the orb before sunrise. The rest of his brethren Raeherys ordered to take the watch at the top of the ranges, in case the host from Sunvar City would show up.“… so that’s when I found the other Archon Hunter,” Larice continued. “Quarth arrived at the Sun Palace, leaving the command to the generals for the war.”“Why did he come to the palace?” Estevan asked.“I’m not sure. But when I was at their office, he said something about the new weapons ready for the war. I heard they’re already drivin
Ever since she left Sunvar City, Larice didn’t notice anyone from the imperial army riding south. The Emperor didn’t want to chase the dragons, she knew, so he might’ve been planning something else against them.Looking up, the dark clouds covered the sight of the stars in the night sky. The last time she spotted the dragons—they were flying towards the southeast. They might’ve gone to the mountain ranges of Palav, near the eastern shores of Drava.Larice galloped through the drylands of the Jahara Desert with the night wind against her. Her mind was troubled, wondering how she would talk to them when they would meet. She knew how much Raeherys hated her. He might not listen to her or even give her the chance to speak. But she would still try … no matter what.It was a long ride. She wanted to stay in the inn and live a peaceful life with Faran and her kids. But something felt missing for her—some