Lena"Of course. But why the rush? If you'll permit me, I'd like to buy you dinner first." Dad said hopefully.My first instinct was to deny him outright - I had no time for nostalgia with the pressing matter of my bond. But I needed his cooperation, and this might be my only chance to get answers about his mysterious past.I nodded hesitantly. "Dinner would be fine."Dad's weathered face broke into a genuine smile, the first I'd seen from him. He led me to a small, tidy cabin set a short ways apart from the rest of the humble homes. I followed him inside.He shrugged off his leather jacket and left his muddy boots on the porch before entering. I did the same, feeling suddenly self-conscious. This simple act of removing shoes signaled stepping into a private, intimate space - a ritual of home I had not shared with my father since early childhood.The single room cabin was sparse but cozy, with a few hand-built furnishings and faded wool blankets warming the bed. Dad busied himself at
LenaI had been at the hidden raider village nearly a week now. Despite the answers promised, my mystical bond remained unchanged. Today I was determined to make Mr. S finally explain the method to break it, whatever the cost.After a quick breakfast, I went in search of him. I eventually spotted his graying head bent over a young girl whimpering in pain, her neck raw beneath the etched binding-band. Concern overcame my frustration."Let me help," I offered, rolling up my sleeves. Mr. S glanced up, relief flashing across his careworn face."Lena, thank you. Just hold her gently while I apply this salve."I cradled the girl, murmuring soothing words while Mr. S treated the inflamed skin. The child soon relaxed into sleep. We laid her carefully onto a cot before slipping outside.Mr. S wiped his brow, looking suddenly older. "My methods provide only temporary relief at best. These bands are strong magic."My temper flared. "Well, you promised to help break my bond, yet say nothing beyon
LenaRough hands dragged me along as consciousness slowly returned. My sluggish thoughts could not grasp what was happening. As the black fog in my mind cleared slightly, I realized I was being pulled down stone steps into some kind of cellar or bunker. Iron bars clanged shut behind me, jolting me fully alert."No, stop!" I cried hoarsely, rushing the barred door. Too late. The faceless guards paid me no mind as they trudged back up the worn stairs and slammed a heavy door, plunging the space into darkness.Frantically I grasped the cold metal bars, shaking them with all my strength to no avail. The solid door did not budge when I threw my weight against it. I was trapped."Let me out!" I screamed until my voice cracked. "This is a mistake! My father doesn't know the truth."Only silence answered my pleas. Exhausted and despairing, I sank down onto the dirt floor, hot tears spilling down my cheeks. Fox had woven his deceptions too skillfully. No one would listen or believe me anymore.
LenaHermes' sharp voice cracked through the training yard. "Again!"I gritted my teeth and raised my sword, exhausted muscles screaming in protest. Across from me, Scar assumed a ready stance, his larger blade glinting in the morning sun.Hermes' training had grown relentlessly brutal. I barely blocked Scar's first crushing blow before his second disarmed me completely. My sword clattered across the stones as I fell to my knees, gasping."Pathetic!" Hermes snarled. "Your enemies will show no mercy. Now get up and go again!"Scar stepped forward, expression thunderous. "Enough! Can you not see she is spent?" He gently helped me to my feet, steadying me as I swayed.Hermes looked poised to argue, but Scar silenced him with a piercing glare. Supporting me firmly, Scar led me back inside to my chambers."Rest now. No more training today." Gingerly he helped me sit on the bed and knelt to remove my battered boots. His fingers worked gently, barely brushing my skin, but that light contact
ScarThe clamor of battle surrounded me, steel ringing against steel and men crying out in rage or pain. But my focus had turned inward, wrestling against the bloodlust rising within. It would be so easy to unleash my draconic fury and scorch this entire valley black. Only tattered threads of restraint held me back.Weeks of fruitless skirmishes here on the outskirts of Fort Aldo had pushed my temper near breaking. The damned raiders refused open battle, instead drawing us into ambushes and raids. They knew we could raze their stronghold anytime, so they harassed and chipped away at us day by day, seeping into my mind like poison.Today I had reached my limit. As the latest clash died down to uneasy calm, I stalked away from the field, fearing what I might do if I remained.At the river's edge I paused, struggling to rechain my temper before it took control. Since returning from the icy waste after Lena's betrayal, I had balanced on a knife's edge. Her loss left a gaping void within,
LenaThe scent of sizzling meat and fresh bread roused me gradually from sleep. I shifted on sinfully soft sheets, momentarily disoriented. Then awareness rushed back. I was not in my cell, but an elegantly furnished cave chamber, a cozy fire crackling in the hearth.A mat of furs beside me was still warm, meaning I had not slept alone. But my memory remained a foggy blank. Unease skittered through me. What new trickery was this?Footsteps approached, and I tensed. But the figure that entered holding a laden breakfast tray made my heart seize for entirely different reasons."You're finally awake, my treasure." Scar grinned rakishly, the firelight dancing over the taut muscles of his bare torso as he set the tray down with a flourish. "I prepared all your favorites."I gaped at him stupidly, certain I must still be dreaming. But the mouthwatering aromas from the tray were undeniably real.Seeing my dumbstruck expression, Scar chuckled and leaned down to caress my cheek. "Still not full
Fox The girl's anguished cries echoed through the stone tunnels as the bindinqg spell took hold, amplified by the dragon heart gem. I smiled in satisfaction. Everything was proceeding perfectly to plan.Soon enough, the beast would come rushing to its keeper's distress call. And when it did, we would be ready this time. After so many failed attempts, finally the power of the dragons would be mine to command.I turned to the ring of robed figures assembled in the summoning chamber. "Prepare yourselves. It approaches even now, drawn by the bait."They nodded grimly, moving into assigned positions. I spared a glance for grey-haired Jackson, once my rival, now converted to the cause of bringing his daughter and her monstrous mate under control. Such bonds of family were so easily twisted to my purposes.Zoya pressed close, pride and bloodlust burning in her reptilian eyes. "Today we avenge all the wrongs ever inflicted on our clan."I stroked her raven hair indulgently, though inwardly I
Hermes The journey back to our mountain fortress passed in tense silence after Scar's abrupt departure. Neither Lena's siblings nor Gertie seemed to fully comprehend what had driven him off so precipitously. But a cold dread sat like stone in my own gut. Somehow we had been grievously deceived, lured by false hope.There would be no easy reunion with Lena. I sensed peril awaited us all along the path ahead now. But voicing misgivings would only further distress this family, so I kept my own counsel during the weary flight home.No rest or respite awaited me there either. Word of our early return had preceded us, and the full council of clan elders descended swiftly, demanding explanations.Gertie did her best to placate them as we related an abridged version of events. But suspicion and unease rippled through the ranks at news of Scar's hasty solo departure. The elders fixated on the worst possible implications."This bodes ill, dangerously ill," old Lord Brandt insisted, thumping hi