Chapters (50)
- Cover
- Dedication
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- - EIGHT -
- - NINE -
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- - 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 -
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- - THIRTY-THREE -
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- - THIRTY-FIVE -
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- - THIRTY-SEVEN -
- - THIRTY-EIGHT -
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- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
The boy reached out his still-glowing hand, and blue light now flooded over the dragon. The creature’s wings shrank into his back, and his front legs pulled up, shortening into arms as his tail disappeared into his back.
As the dragon morphed into a human, the opposite happened to the boy, his body enlarging as it grew wings and a tail. A moment later, the Old One had resumed his dragon shape, while Fort stood behind him, staring down at his now-human hands in wonder.
“ONE MORE THING,” the dragon said, and Fort’s whole body began to glow blue, as did those of every dwarf assembled except for the young ones, and Rachel, too. A moment later, and all traces of Q’baos’s Spirit magic had been expunged from the assembled crowds. The effort seemed to have exhausted the dragon, but he still looked up at the Old Ones in triumph. “NOW, MY BRETHREN, WE SHALL SEE WHO IS PUNISHED FOR THEIR CRIMES.”
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THE ASSEMBLED DWARVES ROARED IN anger and began to rush the thrones, but the dragon snarled, stopping them all in their tracks. “THEY ARE MINE TO JUDGE,” the Old One told them.
“They’ve held us under their spell for generations!” one of the dwarves yelled.
“We’re owed justice!” shouted another.
“I CARE NOT,” the Old One said. “COME ANY CLOSER, AND I WILL DEAL WITH YOU AS HARSHLY AS I DO THEM.”
That did the trick, and the dwarves quickly backed off, only to turn their attention to the massive diamond statue in the middle of their city. “Tear it down!” one shouted, setting off a huge swell of shouts as they all ran for the base of the statue.
Up and down the city of Dra, Fort could hear the dwarves shouting and stamping their feet, sending massive quakes through the entire cavern, just as they had when cheering for the Old Ones. Yet this time their shouts were full of righteous anger, and their stamping threatened to knock down the whole city, not just the statue.
“YOU DESTROYED MY CHILDREN,” the Old One said, turning back to his brethren. “YOU IMPRISONED ME FOR MILLENNIA. YOU HAVE GIVEN ME NO CHOICE BUT TO—”
“WE NEVER HARMED YOUR DRAGONS,” D’vale, Old One of Elemental magic said, sounding almost amused. “YOU DID THAT. AND THERE IS STILL ONE DRAGON LEFT ON EARTH. KETAS HAS SEEN IT FOR HIMSELF, HAS BEEN IN THE DRAGON’S MIND.”
“LIES!” the dragon snarled. “I SAW THE EGG FOR MYSELF, THE ONE THAT MY ALLY TOOK AND HID. THE DRAGON WAS GONE!”
Ketas had been in the mind of the last dragon? Wait, but that meant—
“BELIEVE AS YOU WILL,” D’vale said. “BUT BLAME US NOT FOR YOUR OWN CRIMES.”
“Give me back my brother!” Gabriel shouted at the three. “You promised you’d return him if I gave you the location of the last dragon, and I did!”