Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 136061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 454(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 454(@300wpm)
My heart wasn’t in the smiles I offered people as we came upon the first dragon villages. My curiosity was only mildly sparked at the prospect of seeing how other villages lived. And when it was decided that we would accompany Micah to his village, one of fifteen in the dragon-occupied mountains, I couldn’t muster any excitement at the prospect of a much-needed rest after the long journey.
“I will see you soon, Strange Lady,” Vemar said as we parted ways. He gripped my upper arms and peered down into my eyes, all seriousness. “We will have a rest, we will organize, and we will free your kingdom as you have freed us. This I swear. Learn to fly, and by the time you have mastered it, we will be leaving again.”
“My village isn’t far,” Micah told us as we kept moving up the wide, rocky road.
We rode in horse-drawn carts and carriages. While the magical world had found many ways to magically pilfer various modern conveniences from the neighboring but oblivious human world, like electricity and radio, we’d never advanced enough for things like automobiles. Traders did cross the magical barrier between our worlds to acquire and bring back other commodities, like various types of steel or specialized tools and machines, but their efforts were limited by travel.
I assumed as much, anyway. My knowledge was passed down from my parents and the few books our small, never-changing library had about the neighboring world. Having been caught in the curse since I was seven, I had a shallow knowledge of modernity, at best. And while I wanted to learn more, I had other concerns at the moment.
Overhead, a dragon soared through the sky, its purple scales sparkling within the glow of the late afternoon sun.
“What color do you think your dragon’s scales are?” Hannon asked, his voice heavy with fatigue.
“I haven’t thought about it,” I murmured, watching the dragon cut through the blue above. “I feel like I’ve known her forever, but since she’s never taken an actual physical form, I don’t think about it much. Maybe if we’d grown up with people actually shifting I’d be more curious, but…”
I’m curious as all fuck, my dragon thought. I hope I’m not shit brown. That would be embarrassing.
Another dragon soared overhead, this one a lighter shade of blue than the backdrop. Its great wings beat at the sky, its flight straight, no frills or embellishments. It had somewhere to be.
Micah glanced back and caught me looking. A knowing gleam flashed in his eyes.
“We’ll get you up there tomorrow,” he said. “With someone to guide you through your first shift, you shouldn’t have any problems. And when you grow tired of flying, we’ll find something else to get your mind off things until we’re ready to act.”
“Like learning how to use that sword,” Tamara said with a grin, peering into the trees to either side of us before looking skyward and watching the dragon until it was out of sight.
“All I really know how to do is work with plants and hunt,” I said, noticing the healthy trees and plant life around us. The air was crisp and clean, a soft breeze mussing my hair. “I’ve never really had downtime.”
“Reading,” Hannon said. “You can do some reading.”
“Should we see if they have watercolor painting?” Hadriel waggled his eyebrows at me.
“There used to be a couple of very knowledgeable women who worked with healing plants in my village,” Micah said. “The whole collection of villages sought their aid in the infirmary. They used to be very selective about who worked with them, but if they are still around, I’m sure I could put in a good word for you. I have a lot of sway in these villages.”
I could hear the note of pride in his voice. The confident swagger. He was probably one of the most powerful dragons, and that gave him clout.
Little dwellings came into view. Micah slowed before stopping and sucked in a deep breath. He let it out slowly. “I’ve been away from home for so long. I’m both nervous and dying with anticipation.”
He started forward again, falling quiet.
“My dragon is anxious to get airborne,” Tamara murmured as we neared the edge of the village. Small fences enclosed little patches of land outside homes, the yards within flattened and cleared of rocks and dirt mounds.
“Mine too,” Lucille added.
“I’m surprised you guys didn’t do more flying on the way here.” I peered through a window as we passed, not able to see into the dark interior.
“We didn’t want you to take off running back toward the boat with your demon friends,” Lucille said, her tone light and teasing.
My mind was so scattered that I hadn’t even thought about the pack of demons holding up the rear. It had been decided that they’d stay with us for now, surrounded by the protection of dragons. Given they had essentially exiled themselves from their kingdom, they didn’t really have anywhere else to go.