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Back The Last Dragon
Chapters (50)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. - ONE -
  4. - TWO -
  5. - THREE -
  6. - FOUR -
  7. - FIVE -
  8. - SIX -
  9. - SEVEN -
  10. - EIGHT -
  11. - NINE -
  12. - TEN -
  13. - ELEVEN -
  14. - TWELVE -
  15. - THIRTEEN -
  16. - FOURTEEN -
  17. - FIFTEEN -
  18. - SIXTEEN -
  19. - SEVENTEEN -
  20. - EIGHTEEN -
  21. - NINETEEN -
  22. - TWENTY -
  23. - TWENTY-ONE -
  24. - TWENTY-TWO -
  25. - TWENTY-THREE -
  26. - TWENTY-FOUR -
  27. - TWENTY-FIVE -
  28. - TWENTY-SIX -
  29. - TWENTY-SEVEN -
  30. - TWENTY-EIGHT -
  31. - TWENTY-NINE -
  32. - THIRTY -
  33. - THIRTY-ONE -
  34. - THIRTY-TWO -
  35. - THIRTY-THREE -
  36. - THIRTY-FOUR -
  37. - THIRTY-FIVE -
  38. - THIRTY-SIX -
  39. - THIRTY-SEVEN -
  40. - THIRTY-EIGHT -
  41. - THIRTY-NINE -
  42. - FORTY -
  43. - FORTY-ONE -
  44. - FORTY-TWO -
  45. - FORTY-THREE -
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  49. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  50. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

They shot out of a teleportation circle on the side of the Empire State Building with the missiles just behind them. Fort shut the circle as quickly as he could, but it was too late; the missiles emerged just before it closed, gaining quickly on them.

“Dive!” Fort shouted, right as the missiles were about to hit, and for once the dragon listened to him, plummeting to the streets below. The missiles passed harmlessly above them, but that wouldn’t be the case for long. What if they hit a building in the city, or kept flying across the river and hit something in New Jersey? Anyone hurt because of the missiles would be his fault, and he wasn’t going to let that happen.

Fort quickly opened another teleportation circle as they plummeted, this one just in front of the missiles, leading the only place he knew they wouldn’t cause any damage. He desperately hoped he’d aimed accurately, because it wasn’t easy casting a spell while falling through skyscrapers in New York, but the missiles flew right through the circle, and he sighed in relief.

Hopefully two explosions on the moon wouldn’t make the news, not with a dragon attack in multiple cities.

Just as he began to think they might be okay, the dragon tightened its grip on him, crushing the air from his lungs as the Old One pulled out of his dive, barely above street level. The dragon’s feet plowed into a row of parked cars, sending them crashing into each other as a row of traffic honked at it, and Fort waved his apologies at the New Yorkers, too breathless to do anything else.

Fortunately, it was still night here, so not as many people were around to see them as they soared back into the air. But they were still far too noticeable for Fort’s taste, and it was only a matter of time until another round of jets came after them, or worse. Missiles were one thing, but Colonel Charles’s soldiers with magical bows and lightning bullets would be a lot more dangerous.

“I SENSE ANOTHER,” the dragon said, to Fort’s surprise. He slowed to hover over the skyscrapers, then chose one to land on. They landed with a crunch, and part of the building gave way beneath the dragon’s weight, but at least they were stopped. Fort had never been so happy to not be flying in his life. “AWAY FROM THE SUN.”

So, west? Okay. At least that kept them moving, and harder to track. “We’ll keep looking until we find it,” Fort promised, inwardly still trying to think of a plan as he opened a teleportation circle a few feet away.