Taran
Tru fell asleep on the flight to the isle. Her words from earlier seem to echo in my mind. How did Brehm get into the temple without anyone catching him? Did a dragon take the stone? Why did the companions die? Were they forced? Who would want to hurt them, and why?
Tru never mentioned Jonat’s name, and yet I immediately thought of her. I turn to look at Tru. I’m not sure why I find her sleeping so amusing. Tru sighs and smiles in her sleep. Every time I watch her, a warm feeling develops in my chest. Maybe my emotions for Tru are clouding the way I feel for Jonat, and now I’m looking for a reason to get rid of her. But after everything Jonat has done to help search for the stone and standing by me, could I leave her for a human?
I turn away from Tru, but my mind doesn’t stop wondering. What would happen if Tru became my queen? She’s intelligent, kind, selfless, everything a good leader should be. If the dragons gave her a cha
Taran I carry Tru in my arms as I follow the hydra. She passed out after asking what happened. Our clothes are soaked, even the ones in the bag, so I left them hanging in a tree to dry. I took the backpack to easily carry Tru, Willow’s gift, and supplies to take care of Tru when she wakes. It took some convincing, but the hydra agreed to take me to Willow. They take me deeper into the woods, and I wonder if bringing Tru was a bad idea. She’s fragile and could easily get hurt. If it came down to a fight, Tru would only slow me down. Like with the griffins, if she weren’t with me, the fight would’ve taken half the time. The forest clears, and a large willow tree sits in the middle of the clearing. I watch her face appear, “Well, look who it is? To what do I owe the honor, former crown prince? I already told your mother everything I know. You’re wasting my….” Willow looks with interest at Tru. Instinctively, I press Tru closer to me. “You’ve spoken with
I wake the following day in Taran’s arms. His grip is tight around my waist like he’s worried that I will run away if he lets go. I roll towards him and lightly trace his strong jaw with my fingers. Taran looks peaceful when he sleeps.It isn’t long before Taran’s blue eyes open to meet mine. A smile spreads across his face, and in a groggy voice, he says, “Good morning, dove. How are you feeling this morning?”I smile back at him, “I’m good. What happened last night?” I ask, a little confused.Taran strokes my cheek, “What is the last thing you remember?”“You were getting my bag with the first aid kit, and then you yelled something. I couldn’t hear you. I was about to ask you if you would repeat it. Suddenly my skin felt like it was burning to be touched. All I could think about was feeling your hands on me.”Taran nods, “The hydra here sing a song similar t
I wake around two in the afternoon to someone banging on my door, not the front door, but the bedroom door. My mother’s voice calls from the other side, “Tru, honey, are you sick? We tried to call you once we got into town, but you didn’t answer. Your father and I knocked and called several times. We ended up using our key. If you’re sick, I have a mask.”My parents are here! Oh no, what will they think when they see Taran? “I’m fine, mom. Give me just a moment.”I sit up in bed, panicked. Taran’s eyes fly open, and he asks what’s wrong. My mother calls out again, “Tru, is someone in there with you? Do you need help? Your father can pop the lock if needed. Don’t let them bully you.”Taran looks at me confused, “What’s going on?”I jump out of bed and put on clothes before turning towards Taran. “My parents are here.”He doesn’t seem con
TaranI’ve searched for my mother for the last three days. So far, I’ve covered the northeast side. It’s getting late, and I know that I need to head back to Tru’s apartment. To my surprise, there are many hidden caverns and mountains in Antarctica.Thinking of Tru brings a warm feeling to my chest. It seems to cut through the cold. The icy winds and freezing temperatures make me glad I didn’t bring Tru. I miss her terribly, but I know she’s safe. She would freeze to death out here. Even in my dragon form, I feel cold. I find a cave to sleep in for a couple of dark hours. Being shielded from the wind makes temperature tolerable.After another couple of hours, I call it a day and fly out towards Tru’s home. It’s relatively early when I land, around ten at night. The cloud cover was thick enough I felt it was safe to land. I buried clothes in a box next to where I land. Digging out the clothes, I dress then run towar
“Dad!” Tru says, shocked. “Bill, please,” Alice says softly at the same time as Tru. Both seem appalled by Bill’s questions.Placing my hand on Tru’s knee, I say, “I understand your concerns and appreciate your directness. The truth is, I wanted this to be a fling, but it isn’t.” I smile, remembering when I first met Tru, “I felt Tru’s presence before I laid eyes on her. Something about her appealed to me on a level I never knew existed.” I look at Tru, then back to her father, “Tru means more to me than I could put into words. I want Tru’s happiness for the future, I want to hear her laugh every day, I want to look at her smiling face, listen to her sigh in her sleep, and so much more. I love Tru.”Bill continues to study me while Alice smiles. Two more people enter the room. The man must be Tru’s other brother. He, too, is built like his father, but he shares his mother's
I didn’t sleep much. I probably kept Taran awake most of the night. He held me close and tried to soothe me all night. The affection he showed me has me so confused. Taran said that I’m his companion and friend. He doesn’t love me romantically like he does Jonat. The lie Taran told my parents last night was so good, I almost believed him. There are moments when he spoke that it felt like he was talking directly to me. But it’s all an act. The way he treated me last night was his way of being supportive of his companion.I pull away from Taran and sit up in bed. In a groggy voice, he says, “Hey, Tru. How are you feeling? I know you didn’t get much sleep.” Taran touches my shoulder, and I jerk away from him. My reaction seems to startle him, and he quickly pulls back, “I’m sorry.” He pauses for a moment before asking, “Are you angry about what we did last night?”I can’t bring myself to look at
Taran and I walk around the block. I take him to my old treehouse, and I find it’s still standing. We carefully climb up and sit with our legs dangling off the sides. My heart is racing, and I feel anxious, “I don’t like lying to my parents.”“What do you mean?” he asks, sounding confused.“They think you love me,” I say without wanting to look at him.Taran replies in a soft voice, “I do love you, Tru. Everything I’ve said to your parents about the way I feel about you is the truth.”My eyes snap to his, and my mind raced, “What about Jonat?”Taran looks unfazed, “What about her?”“She’s your queen,” I say, a little defeated and looked away from him.Placing a hand on my cheek, Taran pushes me to look at him. As my eyes meet his, I see the same affection I tried to convince myself was imaginary. “She was going to become m
Taran and I spend the afternoon prepping food for my dad’s party. My mom joins us in the kitchen around four. I don’t let her help, but she sits at the table and talks to us. Sarge lays under the table next to her so he can watch everyone. Pat, Mike, and Dave are outside with my dad starting up his new grill and watching the two boys play in the backyard. I don’t know where Cindy is, but I’m glad she isn’t here bothering me.“Taran, I think Bill is ready for the meat. Do you mind taking everything out there to him?” My mom asks Taran.He smiles, “Not at all. Should I take it all at once, or are there certain things that need to go out first?”My mom shrugs, “I only cook inside. He’s in charge of grilling. I would take it all if you can carry it.”Taran nods and begins to gather everything to take outside. After he leaves, my mom says, “I know you and Taran are living together. W
We walk back to the house. There is a small stairway on the other side of a large, empty room. We descend into a room where a pool resides. There are no windows, but stones in the wall seem to glow. I approach one, my fingers gently glide over it. The stone flickers. I hear music. The stones seem to be humming. All the stones flicker one by one, playing a melody that seemed so familiar, but I couldn’t place.“Now they are going to show off for you,” Taran says with amusement.I can’t help but smile. “What song is this?”Taran shakes his head, “I cannot hear them, I can only see them.”My smile fades. “Really?”Taran nods, “You were blessed by the spirits. You can see and hear things others cannot.”I shrug, “I’m not good with magic. I used to make smoke animals to entertain children, but their parents felt uncomfortable with it, so I stopped. Then I tried at home, but after a few mishaps, it was strongly advised that I didn’t continue”.“Show me,” Taran says.I feel slightly embarrass
We land on the beach near our house. I struggle to climb off Taran, but he uses his tail to help me. After Taran passes me the box, he steps away. “Wait,” I stammer.Taran pauses, watching me closely. I put the box on the ground. “I haven’t gotten a good look at you. This is the real you, right?” I asked gesturing towards him.A grumble, then Taran’s bends his head so his gaze meets mine. I extend my hand out to touch him but quickly recoil. “I’m sorry. I forgot that it is rude to pet someone.”Another grumble, followed by something gripping me around the waist. I’m pulled towards the dragon. If my hands were not in front of me then I would have slammed into him, face first.“You don’t mind me touching you?” I asked. Taran shakes his head. My fingers trace the red scales varying in hue. Some are bright red, some scarlet, other a blood red all with thin golden marbling. “You’re beautiful,” I whisper. I look up into Taran’s reddish-orange eyes. “And you’re warm. I assumed you would feel
“She used you to get to me?” I asked. David nods. A look of shame washes over his face. “I’m sorry you were put in that position,” I tell him.David nods, “I’m sorry I let her manipulate me.”Something inside me seems to break. Looking at Taran, I ask, “Will it ever stop?”Taran shakes his head, “No, but I’m never letting you go again.” Taran squeezes my hand, “That is why I made a home for us. I put wards around our home to protect you.”“It doesn’t end with me, does it? What about the heir you desperately want?” I demanded.“Without an heir, the dragons will die. They will fight for power until they kill each other, leaving the world open to all the night creatures to kill. The water, the ground, and even the air will become poisoned.” Taran’s eyes soften, “I know you’re worried about the future, but I promise you if we decide to ignore our destiny, the future is much worse.”I stare at Taran, “They will never be a child. Someone will always be trying to hurt them or take advantage
“Trudy-bug,” my father cries when he sees me. He hugs me so tightly that I can barely breathe. “I was worried you would never want to see me again.”“I’m sorry, Dad,” I say as tears start to stream down my face.“No. No. I’m sorry. I should’ve listened to you about Cindy,” my father said.“What happened?” I asked.My father shakes his head, “It’s not important now. All that matters is that you’re safe.” He motions towards a house, “Come, I will have everyone over soon to say hello.”Taran stands next to me after shifting back into his human form. My father smiles and offers him a hand, “Taran, thank you for bringing her home.”Taran accepts my father's hand, “Tru’s home is with me. Once she is settled, I will take her to learn from the spirits. She will likely be gone a year or more.”“You’re sending me away?” I asked surprised.Taran nods, “When I can no longer teach you, yes. I will visit you often.”“I am not losing another year with my family,” I replied.“We will not discuss this
“I really don’t like flying,” I protest as Taran and I pack for the trip to my family’s island.“You were meant to soar, little dove.” Taran replies. His arms wrap around my waist from behind, “You are a mate to a dragon. Trust me, soon you will love being above the clouds.”I lean back against his chest. “What does my family think of all this?”Taran kisses the side of my head, “They don’t completely understand, but they know I will keep you safe at all costs.”“When will the dragons no longer see me as a threat? How long will we stay here?” I asked.I hear the smile in Taran’s voice. “Not even two days and you’re wanting to leave.”“It’s not that,” I argue. “I miss seeing people living their daily lives. Not cowering from me in fear or kissing up to me.”“The dragons will kiss up to you a lot, when they aren’t scheming your death.”I snort, “You forget I lived with wolves.”“One day, I will bow at your feet and beg for forgiveness at letting those animals take you,” Taran murmurs in
Taran grabs my dress and tears it down the middle—the dress pools at my feet before I can react. Taran grabs my wrists and pulls me towards the bed. Using his body weight to hold me in place, he bends me over the bed, holding my wrist behind my back. I struggle to get away until his free hand comes down on my bottom, causing a terrible sting. The impact stops my struggle.With a gentle touch, Taran soothes my back cheek. His voice is calm, but stern: “No clothes in the bed, dove. I want to feel your soft skin against me when we are in bed. I would prefer you naked at all times, but I have compromised and even provided you with clothes.” Taran removes his hand before bringing it down on the other cheek.“Ow,” I cry. I’m sure Taran has left his handprint on both sides of my bottom. “I won’t wear clothes in bed again my dragon.”“Why should I believe you, dove?” Taran asked. His hand slowly moves down the back of my thigh, then up the inside. Without thinking, I spread my legs wider for
I sit at the foot of the bed, watching the storm. The bedroom lights are dim, and I can see the waves crashing onto the shore as the lightning flashes.My back faces the door to the hall as I stare out the window. “You’re not supposed to wear clothes in bed,” Taran says, causing me to jump. I didn’t mean to startle you,” he adds while walking toward me. He removes his clothes before sitting opposite me. Taran hands me a package wrapped in paper: “I brought you a present.”“Thank you,” I reply.I unwrap the package to find a magic book as Taran explains, “I know you didn’t get to practice a lot of magic in the last couple of years. If you are interested, I can help you.”“I didn’t know dragons could use magic,” I reply while flipping through the book.“You will surpass me in a few months, but I can use magic. Most dragons have a natural magic, and the royal dragons can use spells.” Taran shrugs, “We can make charms and potions too, but I’m not very good.”“I would appreciate any help y
A loud crash of thunder jolts me from my sleep. The lightening brightens the room momentarily, and I find myself alone. A dim light seeps in from under the door. As I sit up, the room begins to brighten. I open the chest where Taran got the dress out and find that it is full of sundresses. I pick one and go out into the hall.Taran stands in the kitchen, cooking. He is dressed in a cotton shirt and board shorts. “Hello,” I say awkwardly.Turning towards me, Taran shows no emotion on his face. “Hello, dove. How did you sleep?”“I slept great until the thunder. What about you?”Taran is back, facing the food. “I didn’t sleep, there is much for me to do.”“What are you making? Can I help?” I offer.“It’s almost ready. Why don’t you set the table?”I nod and start looking for plates and utensils. “What do you want to drink?” I asked.“Just water,” he replies.I find glasses and fill them. Taran brings the food to the table, and we sit down to eat. “It smells nice,” I say with a smile.Tar
His tongue gently touches my lip, asking for entrance. Without much hesitation, I allow my tongue to meet his. The kiss becomes deeper as our tongues begin to dance. Taran’s hand moves up my hip to my waist, and finally my breast. His thumb strums my nipple through the thin fabric of my dress.Pulling back a little, Taran helps me sit up as he pulls the straps of my dress down and exposes my breast. He gently puts his hand on my chest and encourages me to lie back. I feel Taran slowly pulling up my skirt. Without thinking, I spread my legs for him. There is a hint of amusement in his voice, “You glisten.” Taran looks into my eyes. “It’s very beautiful.”We go back to kissing. Taran nips at my lips, causing me to let out a moan. I feel Taran smile against my skin, “Are we going to continue pretending you don’t want me to touch you, little dove?”I nip at his lips and chin. “I don’t know what you me