Chapters (50)
- Cover
- Dedication
- - ONE -
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- - SIX -
- - SEVEN -
- - EIGHT -
- - NINE -
- - TEN -
- - ELEVEN -
- - TWELVE -
- - THIRTEEN -
- - FOURTEEN -
- - FIFTEEN -
- - SIXTEEN -
- - SEVENTEEN -
- - EIGHTEEN -
- - NINETEEN -
- - TWENTY -
- - TWENTY-ONE -
- - TWENTY-TWO -
- - TWENTY-THREE -
- - TWENTY-FOUR -
- - TWENTY-FIVE -
- - TWENTY-SIX -
- - TWENTY-SEVEN -
- - TWENTY-EIGHT -
- - TWENTY-NINE -
- - THIRTY -
- - THIRTY-ONE -
- - THIRTY-TWO -
- - THIRTY-THREE -
- - THIRTY-FOUR -
- - THIRTY-FIVE -
- - THIRTY-SIX -
- - THIRTY-SEVEN -
- - THIRTY-EIGHT -
- - THIRTY-NINE -
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- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
IT SEEMS THAT HE HAS BROUGHT US A GIFT, the master of Mind magic said, his words beating inside the skulls of everyone present. ONE THAT BELIEVES A TRINKET AROUND HIS NECK MIGHT PROTECT HIM. BROTHER, PRESENT THIS HUMAN TO US TO PROVE YOUR DEVOTION. IT IS THE YOUNG ONE WHO HURT US, WHEN WE LAST ATTEMPTED TO RETURN TO OUR HOME.
The dragon nodded and lay down to let the boy climb off of his back, which he did. The boy then moved slowly toward the three thrones, his eyes on the Old Ones.
The young dwarves behind the boy began to shout in protest, but the Old One of Mind magic glowed yellow, and they all fell silent, still rebellious, but now unable to speak.
“You wished to find the last dragon?” the boy said as he stopped within a few feet of the thrones. “I regret to inform you that there are no more. The one you see before you is the last of his kind.”
The three Old Ones looked past him to the dragon. “THAT IS NOT THE LAST,” Q’baos said. “THERE IS ANOTHER.”
Ketas gestured at Gabriel, who stared at the boy sadly. THIS ONE HAS GIVEN US THE LOCATION OF THE LAST DRAGON IN EXCHANGE FOR HIS KIN. NOW WE WILL RETURN TO EARTH AND RETRIEVE THE DRAGON.
Gabriel stepped forward. “I told them where it is, Fort, in exchange for them returning my brother to me.”
The boy standing before the Old Ones raised an eyebrow at this, then shook his head. “I am afraid I cannot let that happen.”
“YOU?” Q’baos said. “YOU BELIEVE THAT YOU HAVE THE POWER TO STOP US?”
The boy nodded, and the Old Ones began to laugh.
“OUR BROTHER,” Q’baos continued, gesturing toward the dragon. “SHOW ME YOUR DEVOTION. USE YOUR MAGIC TO TURN THIS ONE’S BODY INSIDE OUT. BUT KEEP THE HUMAN ALIVE. WE WANT TO SHOW THE YOUNG DWARVES THE PRICE OF DEFYING US.”
The dragon nodded and scrunched up his face, like he was trying hard to do as ordered. A minute passed, then another, until finally, he let out a deep sigh, shaking his head. “I WANT TO DO AS YOU SAY, WITH ALL OF MY SOUL, BUT I DON’T KNOW HOW. I DON’T KNOW THAT KIND OF MAGIC.”
WHAT? Ketas leaped up from his seat, followed immediately by the others. He leaned in to the boy, to get a closer look, only for his tentacles to flail about as he hissed, retreating quickly. NO! he shouted. WE HAVE BEEN DECEIVED—
His words cut off as blue light surrounded the three Old Ones, freezing them all instantly.
“Unfortunately, all he knows is a bit of space magic,” the boy said, nodding at the dragon. “Perhaps if you had not been so arrogant, you would have checked his mind before stealing his spirit?”