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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 -
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  45. - FORTY-THREE -
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  49. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  50. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

DWARVES FILLED THE CITY OF Dra, lining the edges of the cavern on every level, from the very top to as far down as the eye could see. The huge roaring cheers were so loud that they were almost painful, and powerful enough to send tremors through the rock.

The dragon floated down slowly and carefully in circles around the enormous statue of the Spirit Old One that rose from the center of the city. On his back, a human boy wearing a silver amulet around his neck watched the dragon’s flight carefully, offering suggestions every few seconds that sounded vaguely like orders.

The packed crowds of dwarves weren’t cheering for the dragon or the boy, though. The object of their worship instead lay at the very bottom of the city, where three Old Ones posed regally in diamond chairs, sculpted individually to fit their forms. Before the Old Ones, lines of younger dwarves stood in silence, having yet to go through the Ritual that would take their spirits and replace them with absolute loyalty to Q’baos.

That would change in a matter of minutes.

As the dragon neared the ground, the dwarves’ cheers cut off at once, like someone had abruptly muted them all. The three Old Ones all rose from their thrones and turned to face the descending dragon.

A purple light glowed from the hands of Q’baos, the Old One immortalized in the statue that the dragon was currently circling. A matching glow appeared around the dragon’s head, and the dwarves began to cheer once more. The dragon’s heart now belonged to the Old Ones, they knew, and that alone was reason to celebrate, even if they hadn’t been controlled by Ketas, the Old One of Mind magic.

The dragon’s speed increased since it no longer felt apprehension about the Old Ones below, and the boy on his back was forced to hold on tightly to avoid falling off.

As they neared, dozens of elder dwarves cleared a path between the assembled younger ones, opening a place for the dragon to land. He did, though it was a bit of a rough landing, almost knocking the boy off of his back.

After landing, the dragon immediately bowed to the three Old Ones, who sat back down on their thrones.

To the side of the three thrones, two humans stood, one a girl, the other a large boy. Both stepped forward. The girl’s eyes were filled with hatred, controlled as she was by Ketas.

The boy, however, just looked worried when he caught the eye of the boy on the dragon.

“WE WELCOME OUR FORMERLY IMPRISONED BROTHER,” said D’vale, the Old One made entirely out of flames. “WE REGRET THAT HIS DISLOYATY NECESSITATES THE USE OF OUR SISTER’S POWER”—she nodded at Q’baos, the Old One of Spirit magic—“BUT WE WILL DO AS WE MUST, AS WE HAVE ALWAYS DONE.”