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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 -
  46. - FORTY-FOUR -
  47. - FORTY-FIVE -
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  49. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  50. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

But Fort shut the door behind him, cutting off whatever Cyrus had been trying to say. The last thing he cared about was Rachel’s feelings about his amulet. It wasn’t just her, either. He felt dead inside, after Cyrus telling him to leave his father behind. Everything felt more numb, less important.

The only way to save everyone was to leave his father trapped in the hands of the Old Ones, or something worse? No. No matter what it took, there was no way Fort would allow that to happen.

And if all it took was trading himself for his father, then that’s just what Fort would do.

- TWENTY -

GABRIEL TOOK ONE LOOK AT Fort’s face and didn’t say a word to him for all of lunch, which Fort was thankful for. He almost immediately regretted closing the door on Cyrus as soon as he entered the cafeteria, especially if this really was the last time they were going to see each other for a while, but it wasn’t like his list of regrets wasn’t already full of him being a jerk to his friends. Just another item to add to it.

As lunch ended, something happened to take his mind off of Cyrus, though. Two soldiers came by with lists of students for their next classes. “We’ll be splitting you up for weapons training, so when you hear your name, stand and follow me,” one said.

Weapons training? Fort looked at Gabriel, who just shrugged. What did that mean? Wasn’t the whole point of the school for students to add magic into various items for soldiers to use? What were they going to need weapons for?

The first group called was for archery training, which sounded fun, but neither Gabriel nor Fort made the list. Gabriel was named for shield training, which didn’t sound much like a weapon, but even more shockingly, Fort wasn’t with him. For the first time, he and his roommate would be able to do something alone, and Fort was a bit surprised to find he wasn’t looking forward to it.

Finally, Fort’s name was called for a third class, which the soldier said was “Bow training.”

That seemed confusing. Weren’t bows used in archery?

But as they entered a medium-sized room with old, dusty gym mats covering the floor and mirrors on the wall, things got even stranger, as there were no bows, arrows, or targets.

“Everyone grab a broomstick,” said a soldier in camouflage, who introduced himself as Sergeant Tower. In spite of his name, he wasn’t that tall. In fact, he looked pretty average in almost every way, if extra muscular.

The only thing that made Sergeant Tower stand out was that he actually smiled at the students when they all entered, and it genuinely seemed authentic, like he was happy to see them. For the Oppenheimer School, that was definitely not average.