By six the war room was crowded and loud. Last minute encouragements were given and the plan was gone over again. Dinner was pizza and sandwiches, but most lay untouched as the focus was on the rescue mission.
By eight everyone knew the plan down to the last detail and helicopters could be heard landing in the training yard. It was time to load up.
Farsi had many trained pilots in his squad of elite soldiers and three had been selected based on their knowledge of the area. Helicopters had been secured on the mainland and rented for the evening. This solved the problem of how to get out of dragon territory with speed and stealth.
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The sun rose over the horizon in shades of blue and purple stunning enough to hurt the eyes. Off the coast the clouds formed and dissipated, the winds carrying the remnants far and wide. A group of fifty or more met on the beach, looking none too rested. Katalea studied the group and saw the look of determination and hope on their faces. Tiredness showed in the hollows of their eyes,but our Pride was resilient. They would train as a unit, as they had almost every summer. Groups would be formed and leaders would emerge. Classes would start again in all aspects of training. Mr. Kalb would supervise as Abe and Dalya thought Tahtib to the younger generation
I watch Abe run down the beach and into the churning grey water, fighting my primal instinct to give chase. His body glides over the waves as powerful shoulders work like oars to a well tuned row boat. I turn and head toward Jade’s, happy to put the thoughts of Abe in the back of my mind for a while. Jade and Daniel are out sunning themselves on the veranda overlooking the toddler’s beach. Jade is resplendent in an all white bikini with just enough material to be legal. I can see her toned stomach rise and fall rhythmically with each breath in a slow pattern that suggests to me that she is sound asleep. I stand there and admire the bright yellow hibiscus
A full contingent of battle ready warriors is ready to accompany me to my suite. Abe gets one whiff of the lust filled air and emits a warning growl. He is not my mate as of yet, but he is clearly not attempting to share me. The others lower their heads, and back down to his challenge. After training with Abe for years, no one wants to take on Abrax Kalb. The salty night breeze has a welcome chill to it as we walk hand in hand to the house. The sun is dipping below the horizon, leaving us captivated with an exhibition of magenta streaks, mixing and swirling with clouds that hold dark golden hues, enchanting us for a brief moment of unspoiled beauty. I have so many emotions coursing through my body, this romantic scene seems to be setting the stage for a di
Far away from the ice cream shop, a lean rugged male studied “Cat Island” as he liked to call it, through his computer monitor. After watching the fiasco the previous evening he was keeping a close eye on Princess Katalea. She had grown into a beautiful young woman since he last saw her.He was tall, to the point of lanky when he didn’t eat enough, Essam pushed away the oatmeal brought by the servants, chock full of nuts and berries. Rabbit food he thought in disgust. An alpha such as him should be devouring flesh. The thought of a rare steak excited him, and he vowed to have one sent up before night's end. Seeing his own reflection in the window, he adjusted his wavy hair.&n
Part TwoIn The Dragon’s Lair The cliffs in this part of Ireland never fully dried. Be it the mist of ocean spray, or the endless rainfall, the caves were a beautiful view from far away but not too appealing at close range. They served their purpose for the Gruppa of weredragons now occupying them. The main cave was about a hundred feet above the pulsing ocean below, at high tide. A human would have to work extremely hard to find himself exploring here. Dragons entered in flight then shifted once on solid ground. The dense mist stood as cover, light rarely reflecting through to the actual entrance. Of all the temporary lair’s they had inhabited, this current one seemed the most ideal. At least that is what Essam believed.
She awoke with a start. She knew not where she was or how she got there. She only knew that her foot tingled from lack of circulation and that she had a whopping headache. As she lay still in the cold, dark void of space, memories of the encounter outside her master’s chamber flooded her mind. She was cold, and a draft seemed to be coming from beneath her worthless feet. She tried moving a bit, but the tingles shot up her leg and caused a moan to escape her lips. She wriggled about and discovered there was a little crawl space towards the rear of her hiding spot. This would be a great place to hide when Essam was in one of his hideous moods she thought and squirmed around feeling her way. &nb
The little maid watched the sun dip below the horizon leaving whisks of pinks and orange swirls in its wake. A distant memory of sunsets with her father rose within her and she pushed it down. Best not to let her mind wander. It would be better to stay vigilant to her immediate problems. She had stayed in the shadows of the entrance, dutifully scrubbing stone. The mindless chore gave her ample time to study her surroundings, such as they were.In the distance she could see what looked like a group of islands. They appeared green and she imagined them to be dense with trees. If she craned her head far to the right around the jutting edge of the stone she saw what looked like mountains. If there were mountains, there might just be people.As the day fought and lost to the dark, the little maid noticed the tide rising. What was a sheer drop for the poor children ea
“Hold on tight. If you fall, I won’t come to help.” Lainey gulped but did what she was told. Up, up he rose. Past the cliffs and on towards the stars. The night air was cool on her face, but for the first time in weeks, the air was not wet. She forced herself to open her eyes, and when she did the cliffs looked like pebbles on the sand. She was soaring on the back of a dragon, she thought. A stinky, slimy dragon that wants nothing more than to hunt for more slaves. She held on tightly to a strap he had fastened around his neck. From her vantage point she could see that they were above the mist, but she could still make out lights down below. They were flying over a town, and although no sound reached her ears she could imagin
The Hunt for Knowledge“The journey is the treasure.” Lloyd Alexander~~~“The true secret in being a hero lies in knowing the order of things. Things must happen when it is time for them to happen. Quests may not simply be abandoned; prophecies may not be left to rot like unpicked fruit. The happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story.” The Last Unicorn~
As they unpacked the helicopter, Dakari noticed a backpack wedged in the corner of the little cargo area. It was old, and filthy, and had the stench of the dragon lair on it. He called to Paolo and his team. “Did anyone grab this bag from the caves before we left?” He questioned. Each man shook his head, looking just as baffled as Dakari. “I had this area pretty packed when we left home, with all the blankets and medical necessities. It had to be put in there while we were down with the kids.” Paolo advised. Dakari knew he had to open it, but the thought of finding those disappearing embryos caused him to hesitate. What would they do then? He reached to undo the zipp
Dakari and his team took off at first light. The air was crisp and cool, visibility at its best. They gratefully accepted another boost from Mr. Toma, and they arrived back in Ireland in less than an hour. Penny had wanted to join them but her body wasn’t up to the task yet. The blast of electricity had done far more damage than anyone expected. Without Penny’s invisibility cover, they actually flew the helicopter right to the cliffs. They pretended to be watching the ocean churn below, when in fact they were watching to see if there were still dragons about. Thirty minutes later, Dakari was satisfied that eve
After the coroner arrived, they trudged back inside Grandfather's house. They needed to see to the living, mourn the dead, and find a way to celebrate the victory.The leaders from the different groups gathered, ready to put a plan into action.It was hard to concentrate on all there was to do when Kaya, her panther, kept screaming about their mate inside her head. She looked over shyly at Dakari. He was looking at her too. The look he was giving her made her insides turn to mush and her mouth go completely dry.Grandfather came to them both, put his hands on their shoulders. The corners of his mouth turned up in a way that let you know he completely understood what they were feeling. “Why don't you two see to what needs doing, then
Katalea stood, her heart in her eyes, looking at Dakari. Grandfather smiled when he recognized the look. “Dakari, welcome to the family. You two found a hell of a time to find each other.” He chuckled at the irony. “You will have time to develop your mate bond later. Now, we need to see to our injured.” Dakari only had eyes for Katalea. She was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. How had he missed it? He thought back to her school days and laughed at her early attempts at conjuring.
“Hold On!” Penny screamed as they soared into a cloud of dragons.“Where did you come from?” Katalea screamed back, trying to be heard over the endless noise.“Just be glad we came in time!” She said in her mind. Why in the world were they trying to speak over the Armageddon surrounding them.Katalea thought flying would be smooth. This was like trying to ride a rocket hurtling through time and space. The charred air was so hot, and they moved so fast that everything was blurred. Katalea called a tornado, a steel grey funnel reaching from the churning clouds, reminiscent of days long gone. She directed in with her mind, a heavenly vacuum capturing countless dragons in its downward spi
The emergency meeting on the beach was in stark contrast to the one the day before. Gone were the happy feelings and hopeful outlook for the future. Those feelings had been replaced by dread, fear, and anxiety. Katalea stood before the Pride and delivered the premonition. Somber faces listened as she told what transpired in her dream. The weredragons would be attacking by nightfall. It was time to come together and make sure everyone knew the plan. They had been over this scenario so many times before, the difference was, this wasn’t a drill. Some of them wouldn’t see the sun rise in the morning. Others would lose a loved one. No one questioned the authenticity of her dreams, she had never been wrong before. It was time for the prophecies to play out.&nb
They took off with bombs exploding all around them. Blinding streams of blue, flashing lights of red, and once an explosion of diamonds that glittered and flittered down to the sea. The fireworks display was breathtaking to behold and a fitting send off to the little girl they had all come to love. Maggie was pretty sure she never wanted to be this close to a firework again.Dakari thought of Lainey, and knew her bracelet would be glowing red. She wouldn’t know what that meant yet, but he had charmed her memory enough to enable small bits of him to filter in as the years went by. For now, he would be happy that she would sleep without nightmares. It was the least he
They brought the sandwiches back to happy soldiers, who were content to eat before starting out. The park was full of people anyway, out enjoying a rare warm day in winter, so there wasn’t any rush. Children played football, couples shared smooches on blankets, and students studied out of doors in groups and by themselves. As the day wore on, more people began to arrive. They came in groups, with heavy blankets and looked as if they meant to stay awhile. Dakari, bewildered by the behavior, gave up and went to take a nap under a tree. Curious by nature, Maggie set out on