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Back The Last Dragon
Chapters (50)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
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  49. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  50. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

As he continued following the trail of guards, gradually Fort began to recognize where he was going. He came to a halt, realizing that of course that was the dragon’s destination. Instead of running any farther, he opened a teleportation portal straight to the display room, hoping he wasn’t making a mistake.

He wasn’t. The dragon stood before the ancient bones of his children at the other side of the room, the rage-filled power pulsating off of him so strong that Fort could feel it on his skin.

Just in front of him, Sergeant Tower lay unconscious, a silver staff lying a short distance away. Considering that his body hadn’t been magically changed, the dragon must have fought him physically. Still, it looked like he was breathing, so that was something.

With the Old One distracted by the skeletons, Fort held his breath, then opened a teleportation circle directly below the dragon, one that spit out right above the portal back to its dimension.

But instead of falling through his circle, the dragon instead just hung in midair, neither falling nor even moving in the slightest.

“I WARNED YOU NOT TO INTERFERE!” the dragon said, his head turning to face Fort, eyes glowing with rage. “ARE THESE THE LAST DRAGONS YOU BARGAINED WITH, THE EARTHLY REMAINS OF MY CHILDREN?! YOU WOULD TAUNT ME WITH THEIR BONES?!”

An invisible force grabbed Fort by his throat and yanked him into the air, flying straight at the dragon. He struggled to breathe or free himself, but the magic was far too strong. “Didn’t taunt…,” he gasped. “These aren’t… the last…”

Darkness pushed in on his vision as his lungs cried out for oxygen, but the dragon didn’t release him. Instead, it just sneered. “THEN WHERE IS MY CHILD? WHERE IS THIS FABLED LAST DRAGON?!”

Fort’s mind scrambled as he slowly lost consciousness. Gabriel seemed sure he knew that the last dragon existed, but Fort had no idea where it could be. “I… can take… you,” he bluffed, but whatever the dragon replied, it was lost to Fort as he passed out.

A moment later, he awoke on the floor, blue magic fading around him as the dragon healed him. “ENOUGH LIES,” the dragon said, his face just inches from Fort’s. “AND ENOUGH BARGAINS. BRING ME TO MY CHILD, OR I WILL RAZE THIS EARTH TO ITS MOLTEN CORE.”

Fort started to respond, trying to think his way out of this, but one of the dragon’s claws pushed into his chest, and he gasped in pain. He nodded. “I’ll… bring you.”

“NOW,” the dragon said, and slid the claw beneath Fort’s back, picking him up in his hand. “TAKE ME NOW.”

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