I seriously contemplated letting Ona die. But she is one of my favorite characters. I may even write a spin-off just about her. What do you think of Kora? Does she deserve a chance at redemption? If you are enjoying the story, consider leaving it a gem or two. Every vote helps this story receive promotions and reach more readers. Thank you all for reading my story!
[Orion]My mate led me from the room, down the hallway to a solid wall unlike any of the others. It looked like a shell on the surface, but as soon as Kora placed her hand upon it, it disappeared, revealing another door of twisted green and blue sea glass.She taps the glass three times, and a pad with strange scratches appears. She begins sweeping her hand across them, tapping them as if writing out a message, her fingertips taking on the form of a sucker as they make contact with each mark. The door slowly opens and reveals a chamber made of a shell with a long bench.I take a step forward, but she pulls me back."This conveyance was created by my father for just the two of us. For you to enter, I will need to add you to the system. "She explains as if any of what she just said makes any sense."How do I..."She grabs my hand and sticks it where her hand had just been. The panel is no longer solid, but something that feels like the inside of a jellyfish. My hand slowly sinks through
[Eleanora] The peaked ceilings of the Aerie in Skyfall seem to fade into the sky they are so impossibly tall, the spires reaching beyond the clouds. It has the airy loftiness often seen in the structures designed for the children of the air and is a fitting place to hatch the future kings of Luxandra. And I find it pleasant, watching the birds and dragons fly past my windows. It makes dealing with all the ugliness of today much easier. The first group to speak before me is a rag-tag collection of survivors from what was supposed to be a simple fetch-and-return mission. Fetch the princess, my prince, and anyone else associated with his disappearance, and return here immediately to deal with their sentencing. Search the premises for any sign of the Technician and retrieve my specialist if possible. Simple enough. Especially since we had a person on the inside and the element of surprise. "So tell me again, very slowly, why it is that you return to me empty-handed," the ends of my ta
[Carnelia] The halls of Thalan's home in Elfholm are gilded with glowing blue writing, creating knotted vines and blooming jasmine in delicately applied ink. Between the knotwork are stylistically rendered scenes that do not look much different from the pages of the book about Carnelia the Great. I reach out a hand but stop short of touching. They are so beautiful and intricate, the paint so vibrant that it looks freshly applied. "How often do you repaint these," I wonder aloud, curious to know how long it might take to create something so fine. "Maybe once a century," he smiles, "The starstone we crush into the paint keeps it from fading. It also helps that these walls never see sunlight." His words confirm what I already suspected. One of the reasons nobody can find Elfholm is that it doesn't exist on the surface. "We do have a few waystations above ground, but we prefer to be as close as we can to our sacred crystal. For all other creatures, starstone is exceptionally toxic and
[Cordelia] Primus. He was dead to me for so long that it feels strange to see him alive. Not just alive, thriving, laughing, and full of love. And yet, it also feels like it could have been like this forever--a happy family. Royal, yes, but otherwise normal. Seeing moments like these makes me wonder what it might have been like between us had we been born at a different time, when our people weren't at odds. Would we have been introduced at a ball or through some other arrangement? Would we have known we were mates from the first time we danced? I've never seen Primus this content. If I could freeze time, I would leave us at this moment, a mother and a father rocking their babies to sleep, placing them one by one in bed, kissing each little forehead before leaving them to rest. I wish we could say here like this, far away from all our troubles on the surface, free of the responsibilities of rulership and war. I place a hand on his back as he sets two more of our younglings next to
[Lyra]She glowed like a thousand falling stars when she lept after her mate, wrapping him in her arms.Our sister. Stella.It is a shame we may need to kill her.Because she doesn't remember who she is, or who she can be, she is more of a danger to us than a savior. And there is no way that she can truly remember herself if she's mated to that Terran. She doesn't know what it means to be a sun dragon under Terran rule if she can love one of them."Tis not her fault, Sister," Cosima advises. "Remember how Vega was when we found her, wandering the streets, believing she was human? She also had no idea what it meant to burn like the sun while trapped, chained to the Earth. Her mind had blocked the pain.""But she is his mate," I gasp in disgust. "She chose the Terran Prince over her own lineage. She may not be salvageable.""Hate the sin, not the sinner," Vega speaks up. "She knows not what she does."We didn't know our sisters had survived until our mother visited us in dreams. Cosima a
[Carnelia] The shadows call me now. I'm no longer alone when I leave the light. "A consequence of spending too much time too close to the void," Thalan explains as we turn the corner. "I was wondering how long it would take for you to hear them. Had I known you were a universal dragon sooner, I'd have pulled you from the dream immediately, even at the risk of your mind." We pause by a dark window. Everyone is asleep or close to it now. I left Primus with our children. I long to return to them and to reassure my mate that I will not leave him. I don't know how we are going to make this work. My heart is torn in two. But one thing I've never been more certain of is the importance of our little family. Even if I have to burn this world and forge another from its ashes, I'll find a way for Primus and I to rule together in peace. "The void," my words echo as it bounces along the crystal-covered cavern walls. "You keep mentioning this void, but I saw only Primus' dream." "Then how did
[Carnelia] "Primus" Moving as a shadow I find myself by my mate's side. I became the shadow. My husband is curled up in the nest with our children, snuggly resting by their side, lending them his warmth and protection, but as soon as he senses me in the room, his eyes snap open, glowing green like fresh leaves. "Carnelia."He slowly untangles himself from our brood, and I want to smile at the sweetness of it all but I'm terrified. Not only by what I just heard from my uncle but by what I might become. A creature of shadow. A creature of the void. "You came back to me," he cups my face as he brings himself closer, touching me tentatively like I might turn into vapor and disappear. For all he knows I might, I hurt his heart when I walked away. "I will always come back," I wrap my arms around him, taking pleasure in his solid strength. I need him to anchor me. Without him and our children, I might float away, becoming darkness. I need this. Breathing him in deeply, his warmth comf
[Athony] The universe can be cruel. Sometimes the mate she chooses for you is a dream. Sometimes she is your nightmare. Often she is both. Eleanora keeps me around because I am useful. She is very stubborn with a willpower of steel--excellent qualities in a queen, but terrible ones in a mate. But she is loyal to those she finds useful. Why else would she still keep Segundus' corpse rotting in a vat of amber fluid? We thought it had been lost to the fire, but the universe isn't just cruel but capricious. She saw fit in her infinite wisdom to hide his corpse below several layers of earth, down a long lost tunnel leading to tracks that go to the sea. We found it a moon cycle earlier, and the joy in Eleanora's eyes was only overshadowed by her smile of victory. "We must have the Technician," she insists. "When that beast is in our grasp, we will win this battle and reclaim our rightful places." "You deserve to be Queen of us all," I bowed before her. As she touched my shoulder to r