[Carnelia] Lifting his finger to his lips, my father signals for me to wait. He must sense that others are listening, waiting to hear what he has to say. But why? Does the Grand Magus suspect the truth and that her earlier behavior was just an act?The room is silent, amplifying the noises around us. There is a low hum radiating from the walls, the sound of several layers of dragons, stacked on top of each other, deep within the mountains. Sun dragons, the magi and their alcolytes, each powerful enough to warp reality and call the power of the stars. I never stopped to wonder why they live so deep within this mountain until this moment, seeing how close the Grand Magus is to the Moon Queen. I had been told that the moon drakes stay to themselves, that they are too different from other dragons to want any kind of sustained interaction. And yet, a son of a moon king married a daughter of the sun–my own mother and father. How did he end up at their court to meet her and for the two of
[Carnelia] My hand dangles, suspended in midair, my fingers pointing absently towards where my father and child are hiding, as if I could hold down the blanket of illusion blocking them from view. It is impossible to hold the intangible with your fingertips, but if this moon queen can rip reality back into view, then I can try to hold onto my father's web of illusion a bit longer. I hope, although I'm not exactly sure how. I know the power to weave shadows is one I can and will learn, but I have yet to master even the basics of shadow bending. This feels like a test, one where I had no chance to study and the stakes are impossibly high. I need to protect my child, and the only way that can happen is if she stays hidden. While everyone knows I am a universal dragon, so few have seen what that means other than those who were there for my resurrection, watching me emerge from the ashes on phoenix wings. Rakasha had been there, but she's only ever seen that face and the one I wear now
[Carnelia] “A moment, please,” I call out. “I’m awake but not dressed. I am feeling…shy about my body.” My words aren’t exactly a lie, but they are far from the tru I am dressed, but I can’t have her looking at my body as it is. I have been nesting in the time she’s been away and my body has returned to its pre-maternal state, now that I’m not carrying any precious cargo within me. The Grand Magus pauses. “Motherhood is a blessed state; there is nothing to be embarrassed about, Aka’naha…” As she speaks, my father wraps me in shadows, and my figure morphs, modifying my shape in a way I haven’t quite mastered, even though it has been demonstrated several times. It was what my father was trying to teach me before they arrived. To anyone who encounters me now, I will look as I was before, every detail meticulously recreated, from the swell of my belly to the dark circles ringing my eyes. My little one, sensing danger, blinks out of existence for a moment only to reappear in my father’
[Carnelia]When I first learned I was a dragon, I had no idea what that really meant. Dragons are creatures of energy and power, destined to rule our world by sheer might and fear. They were the terror on the mountain, the monster that could steal away your daughters and sons, forcing them into a life of servitude and pain. But then I was that monster, a creature born of fire and flame, and yet I was still myself, still that scared little girl who grew up among humans, abused and tortured for being different. I didn’t fit in anywhere. Even as a dragon, I’m unusual. As a universal dragon, I’m the stuff of legend, even among my own people. Universal dragons, I am learning, are exceptionally rare because they require the dragon to carry blood from all the original bloodlines, giving them an unbreakable connection to the first dragon of our world, Oaestr, mother of us all. And now, I’m learning, I’m even more unique. A creature of myth. A shadow walker, a void crosser, the creator of wor
[Ursa] [TWO AND A HALF MONTHS AGO] One moment we are awake, struggling for our lives at Ridgewood Castle, and the next moment we are being pulled from containment pods, our bodies weak and shaking. I cannot move my arms or legs, but I can feel my shins hitting the floor hard enough to rattle my teeth as they throw me down at Eleanora's feet. The false queen sits above us like an empress in a sad display of power and intimidation. If I were a weaker dragon, I might be scared, but I know that without her throne, she'd be nothing. “Two of them,” she spits as she looks down, and then up to her waiting guards. “I only asked for one?” “My Queen,” a tall drake kneels before her, his white hair shielding his eyes as he bows deeply. “That is Princess Ursa of the Celestial Kingdom. I thought...” The slap is so sudden and so loud that my ears ring with the sound. “Who told you to think, Athony?!” The Queen snaps.“You had orders. I only wanted The Technician. I don’t need another celestial
[Ursa]It was torture, watching the queen as she bathed in the pain of my family, taking unique glee in making my brother’s mate suffer through the loss of a child. She doesn’t notice me watching her because to Eleanora I don’t exist anymore. For the queen, I must remain dead. And so I hide in the darkest shadows, my head bent, acting the part of a human slave, waiting for my chance to comfort one of the only friends I have in the world. “Leave her to me,” I say to the other human slaves. They’re all afraid of Kora, and for good reason. She’s absolutely terrifying, even when she isn’t as angry and in pain as she is right now. “Go,” I urge, pushing them away before any of them see something they shouldn’t. They take Primus’ away, dragging him by his feet, his body still frozen. Wincing, I watch as his head slides along the chipped marble floor. I can’t let myself react. I might give myself away and that would waste all the effort it took to get my uncle here where the revolution needs