Chapters (50)
- Cover
- Dedication
- - ONE -
- - TWO -
- - THREE -
- - FOUR -
- - FIVE -
- - 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 -
- - FORTY -
- - FORTY-ONE -
- - FORTY-TWO -
- - FORTY-THREE -
- - FORTY-FOUR -
- - FORTY-FIVE -
- - FORTY-SIX -
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
The creature stopped, slamming into solid stone, then lowering its hand toward the ground as Fort floated down next to it. Its fingers opened, releasing Fort’s father, who groaned as he rolled onto the stone below. The creature stepped away into the darkness, and suddenly it felt like Fort was entirely alone with his dad.
When the monster was gone, his father slowly got to his feet, the glow of the portal the only light that Fort could see him by.
“Hello?” his father said, and Fort’s heart almost broke to hear his dad so alone and scared.
“I’m here, Dad!” he shouted, but he knew his father couldn’t hear him.
“Hello!” his father yelled again. “Is anyone—”
He abruptly went silent as two red-eyed monsters appeared in the shadows just in front of him. Another pair appeared next to the first, then another, and another, until Fort’s dad was surrounded by the creatures.
“Hello?” his father said, his voice shaking with fear.
And that’s when the monsters all leaped forward, straight at his father.
“NO!” Fort shouted, but some unknown force pulled him back up the way he’d come, up and out of the ground, and back into shadows at the now-destroyed National Mall.
And the Old One was waiting for him, filling the sky with its horror.
WE CAN GIVE YOUR ELDER BACK TO YOU, it said. GIVE US WHAT WE ASK, AND YOU SHALL HAVE HIM ONCE MORE. GIVE US THE LOCATION OF THE LAST DRAGON. HE IS HIDDEN TO US, BUT YOU CAN FIND—
“Time to wake up!” someone said, and Fort bolted upright, right through Sierra, who’d been leaning down over him. He almost screamed out loud in surprise but managed to hold himself back, which was good since Gabriel snored quietly next to him, his reading light still on, his book tented over his chest.
“Whoa, are you okay?” Sierra asked him. “You look terrified. What were you dreaming about?”
I’m fine, he said, pushing the nightmare out of his mind as quickly as he could. The last thing he needed was her seeing what he’d dreamed, real or not. Is it time?
She gave him a concerned look, but nodded. “Damian got us tickets, but our flight doesn’t leave for another hour, so I’m good to go. You all ready to lie to your friends, steal a book of magic, and go find your dad?”
You have no idea, he told her, and leaped off the bed.
- EIGHT -
HEY, THIS IS PRETTY COOL, Rachel said in Fort’s head. AND I’M GLAD YOU WEREN’T MAKING UP YOUR IMAGINARY FRIEND. THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN PRETTY SAD. LIKE YOU SAYING YOU HAD A GIRLFRIEND IN CANADA.
SPEAKING OF GIRLFRIENDS, DOES ANYONE WANT TO KNOW ABOUT THE GIRL FORT USED TO DANCE WITH IN FRONT OF HIS GRANDPARENTS? Sierra asked, and Fort immediately felt Rachel’s burst of excitement.