As I dip my fingers into the water a shock wave runs up my arm. My muscles tense and tingle as I resist the urge to pull my hand out. As my fingers dip past the water's edge it begins to turn a smokey black. The water is slowly enveloped in a black that reflects the night sky. "Your magic type is dark. I cannot say I am not surprised, this suites you Chieftain," Nefertari says. I smile, pulling my hand from the pool. Standing, I gaze up at Nefertari, she returns my gaze. "So, what is the plan from here?" I ask. "We now know your magic types, so now we need to teach you how to tap into that power," Nefertari says. "I have always been able to naturally use my elemental ability. So I am not sure how to tap into this other power," I say. Nefertari chuckles, "You have always had this ability, you just have to learn to sense it. We will teach you how to do this by starting with some simple meditation," she explains. Nefertari has us all sit around t
Nathalia and I walk silently through the dim halls of the castle. My muscles are stiff and tense, aching every time I take a step. I slip a hand up the back of my neck rubbing the tense muscles. Sighing I glance over at Nathalia, "Was it like this for you while you were learning to use your magic?" Her green eyes meet mine as she speaks. "I wish I could offer you some words of advice. However using magic came naturally to me, there was not much for me to learn," she explains. I tighten my hands into fists, pointing my gaze to the floor. I heave a heavy sigh, briefly closing my eyes. I need to learn this quickly, I cannot let my failure be our undoing. A thump to the back of my head brings me from my thoughts. My eyes dart to Nathalia in surprise. She smiles at me, her arms crossed over her chest. "Get out of your head. Learning something new is never easy, but you will get there," she comforts. I huff, dragging a hand through my hair. The u
One thousand five hundred years ago, before the Fires of Alira, the great dragon kingdom of Highmire lived in unrest. The king, Sindre, was lost on what should be done. His most trusted advisors and close friends, Sixten and Lochness, found themselves in disagreement. Sindre had never witnessed the two this much at odds with one another. Sixten, an elegant grey dragon, worked as a representative of the dragons with magical affinities within the kingdom. Those with magical affinities often found themselves with a higher status than those without. For they were considered the ones that were most loved by the goddess Alira. Being a holder of an affinity, Sixten is one who upholds prejudice against those without. It was his firm belief that dragons who have no more than an element type are beneath those with more powerful magic. If Alira did not love those dragons enough to bestow an affinit
The sun dawns, golden hues of fiery light rushing across the lands of my horde. My feet pad across the slick stone floor. Gusts of early morning air blow through the mountain caverns, bringing a sweet dewy scent with them. Flavius's rough hand caresses mine as we make our way through the mountain to the tomb where my brother rests. As we walk through the halls, horde members pass by respectfully bowing their heads at me. They acknowledge and respect me as chieftain, but I cannot say the same about Flavius. Dragon slayers have long been the enemy of dragons. Welcoming one into the heart of our home is far from safe in the minds of my horde members. Had Flavius not been my mate, I would have felt the same. I watch as Flavius sends a sideways glance at some of the passing members. He lets out an exhausted sigh once again, pointing his face fo
I wake to the sensation of Flavius's fingers gently combing through my hair. Warm shock waves radiate from his tender hands. Yawning, I turn over to look at him, his deep brown eyes glow amber in the midday sunlight like small flakes of fire. I reach a hand out, lightly caressing his face with a soft smile. I shudder as my body fills with the heat of Flavius's emotions, causing my brand to throb in sweet pleasure. "Did I wake you?" Flavius questions gruffly, tiredness echoing through his voice. "No," I answer with a shake of my head. Sitting up, the fur blankets that once covered me slip off. I stretch my arms above my head with a slight sigh. Turning over to look at Flavius, I smile faintly. "We should begin packing for our journey," I mumble.&n
We enter the room, all eyes turning towards us. I walk a straight path to the throne, sitting down in front of everyone. Flavius comes to a stop, standing next to me. The room is shrouded in silence, everyone waiting with bated breath to hear what I have to say. "In two days' time, I will be venturing to the Horde of Fates to gather allies for the oncoming war. During my absence, Norveig will act as Chieftain in my stead. Upon my return, we will ready the soldiers for battle," my voice booms through the room. A male with orange hair steps out from the crowd of dragons. He offers me a deep bow before daring to speak. "Chieftain, are you sure it is wise to leave so soon before a war? You have just taken over, leaving now could put everyone at risk," he says, concern evident in his voice.
FlaviusDarkness clouds my vision as we walk further into the cave. My foot catches on a piece of jagged stone protruding from the cavern floor, and I stumble forward. Ellie grabs me by the hand, pulling me up straight again, and we continue on our path. A dim glow begins to invade the dark cave. I quickly shield my eyes from the unexpected light. "It has been a while, Eleonora," a soft angelic voice calls out. I remove my hand from my eyes to look up at the holder of the voice. Standing before me is a tall, slender woman with hair ablaze like a raging fire. Her skin is like soft moonlight aglow from the torch flame. H
Nora I take Flavius by the hand leading him the rest of the way out of the mountain. I breathe a sigh of relief when we reach the exit. That was certainly stressful, I am just glad they agreed to help. "We have to hurry back now," I sigh out. I watch as Flavius's eyes glance over the darkening sky. As the sun slips behind the horizon the land is cast in a violet hue. The moon hangs faintly in the sky waiting for the sun's retreat. "Yeah, we don't have much time to lose," he responds. Stripping out of Flavius's shirt I hand it back to him quickly fazing. I lower my body allowing him to climb on. With that I lurch out into the evening sky, my wings beating against the crisp air. I glide above the trees the wind pushing my body. After a long flight, w