Rachel landed butt first on the stone floor.Lord Delmar stood over her, his face dispassionate. There was no anger or fury. He didn't scream or yell. He didn't even look amused. He looked... disappointed. Her own father looked down his nose at her and uttered one word. Just one word, but it shattered her entire world."Pathetic."Rachel felt tears well up in her eyes. He had always been stern, but never cruel. Before today, he had never hit her or said an unkind word to her, though his minions weren't so lucky. Her childhood had been strict, but Rachel could always tell that he disciplined her to help her improve. She thought he wanted the best for her.Now she knew better.She recognized that look in his eyes. It was the look he gave to soldiers and servants who had failed so badly that he didn't consider them useful anymore. The first time she saw that look, he had been gazing at a sword that had broken in practice. He had thrown the sword away without a second glance. He had disca
Alana opened her mouth to reply, but then thought better of it. Uncle Garth was a terrible tease and asking more questions about dragon stories would only egg him on.Alana couldn't help but wonder though... Did dragons have some kind of special ability in the bedroom? Was it an old wives' tale? Or was she in for a treat if she and Ethan ever— Nope. She cut off that line of reasoning right there and refused to think about it any further.There were a few moments of silence, which were interrupted by her stomach rumbling."I'll get some food for you." Garth said, standing up and walking through the door.His head popped back in a moment later. "You need to get something warm inside you.""Oh. Stop it!" Alana said, her face going bright pink again.Garth guffawed, and then left.Alana yawned and stretched, and then closed her eyes and checked her mana. As she had expected, she was running on empty. Her deep mana seemed to be mostly replenished though. She groaned -- she hated collecting
"Aaa!" He screamed.He was ripped from the dream back into the real world a split second before the mace landed. Ethan flipped into a low crouch and growled, primed and ready for a fight."Well, he's awake anyway." Said Alana laughing.It took Ethan a few seconds to get his bearings. He was in a small room with two beds. The style reminded him of an English Tudor style home, simply furnished with a rough wooden table and a few dried stumps for chairs. Alana and Garthildur were sitting at the table talking. Or rather it looked like they had been talking. Right now they were both staring at him with almost identical amused expressions.Ethan slowly relaxed. "Sorry, I was... Sorry.""It's okay." Alana said. "I needed a heart attack anyway."He chuckled. "My pleasure."Garthildur gave Alana a look. She turned slightly pink, but ignored him."What had you so riled up?" she asked."Bad dream." Ethan related his dream to them. Garthildur leaned back in his seat and made a thoughtful sound."
It was at the edge of his perception, but it was there. It was far away, but it was massive. It was a pile of gold so large, it rivaled even Drousin's hoard. Unlike Alana's coins, it wasn't strong or brimming with energy. He could feel all that gold just laying there cold a lifeless waiting for... He wasn't sure what, but he knew if he got close enough he could bring the gold to life. He wasn't sure how he knew, but he knew."There's a massive pile of gold not far away." He said finally, turning his attention back to her."Dragons are excellent at finding it." Alana smiled. "And that's the vault at The Bank, but I could've told you that.""The bank?""Yes. It's so large it doesn't even need a name. They just call it 'The Bank'. It's said that the vaults have enough gold in them to rival a dragon's hoard.""The stories are true." He frowned as something occurred to him. "I don't need to own the gold do I? I just need to be near it, right?"Alana nodded. "According to my conversations w
"Okay. Well, if I'm going to be flying us to the forest, I should probably get in some practice."They packed up the few belongings they would need and left the rest in the room. Garthildur said the room was rented for the rest of the week and there was a sturdy-looking lock on the door, so it seemed like a good place to store them.The street outside was both very different and yet quite similar to what he had imagined. He had seen many medieval marketplaces in movies and TV shows. Earth entertainments were all pretty close, but way off at the same time. It was extremely noisy and filthy. There were people everywhere all clamoring to sell their wares, and it reminded him of videos he'd seen of the frenzied action on a stock market trading floor in New York.Alana skillfully navigated through the crowd and led him to the city gates. Once outside, he turned to look back.Gralden nestled up against the base of a mountain, the quality of housing getting better, larger and more expansive
Alana swallowed hard and put on the necklace. It was a small thing, with a short chain and a small round gemstone in a wooden fitting. She walked up behind Ethan and felt a little silly at not knowing how to proceed."There's no reason to be nervous. Come on, it'll be fun."Alana took a deep breath, lay down on Ethan's back and wrapped her arms around his neck. Then -- because it seemed like the thing to do -- she hooked her legs around the underside of his tail. She also made sure to keep her face well clear of the horns protruding from the back of his head."Ready?" he asked.Alana nodded, although she didn't really feel ready. She shut her eyes tightly and braced herself for a fall. Her breathing was much shallower than normal, and she wasn't far from hyperventilating."Alana, look at me." He twisted his head as far back as he could. She could just look into one of his eyes. Even though they looked like cat's eyes, they were full of warmth and concern."I will never let anything ha
Rachel Delmar was in a truly foul mood. She was pacing back and forth near the bonfire in the center of the camp and throwing murderous glares at anyone who got too close. Not that many did get close because it was the middle of the night and they were all on lookout duty.Her plan wasn't working. Why wasn't it working?She was even more disturbed that she'd enacted the plan in the first place. Kidnapping wasn't exactly her life's ambition and she found the idea abhorrent. Yet here she was -- masterminding a kidnapping. Although, given who her father was, she wasn't really couldn't be too surprised at the plan she'd come up with. You learned a few things being the daughter of a brilliant but malevolent asshole.But why had she acted on the idea?Rachel absentmindedly played with her ring. Why was she being such a horrible person?"My lady." One of the lookouts interrupted her thoughts."What!" Rachel whipped around to stare at him. Behind her, the fire flicked ominously.The lookout d
"Could we sneak them out? I'm betting they're being held in that tent." He pointed at the tent the guard had exited."We could try." She whispered. "There will be lookouts in the forest though.""It's better than trying to fight a woman who can control fire.""True."They both crept forward as quietly as they could. They were about fifty yards away from the clearing when Alana touched Ethan. She pointed up into a tree where a man was perched in the fork of a branch, clearly supposed to be on watch. He was also clearly asleep.Ethan glanced at the sky. It was definitely growing lighter.They crept closer, careful to make as little noise as possible. She nocked an arrow to her bowstring, but didn't raise it. Ethan held his spear a little tighter. Several tense minutes later, they were within thirty feet of the clearing.He motioned to Alana to stay where she was and then crept forward to the nearest tent. It looked medieval, which meant that there would in all likelihood be no floor cov