All Chapters of Redemption of The Dragon Prince: Chapter 91 - Chapter 97

If Liaison Everly was originally from Crystal River Pass, it would mean she was once the Technician stationed at Skyfall, my deceased brother’s realm. Is it possible that she once worked with Segundus, or did she simply observe and report, like most Technicians do? Tilting my head, I give Liaison Everly a long, even look. I think I’d remember a Technician that looked like her–She was far too unique to miss. Maybe she played some kind of lesser role within his manor and was not a member of his court. Maybe she had even been in disguise…pretending to be human, perhaps. With her features, it wouldn’t take much for her to manage a very realistic human disguise. “Primus,” Ona looks over her shoulder as she calls my name. “What’s wrong?” It’s only then that I realize I had been staring a bit too long at our guide. Frowning, I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I already knew I had to be cautious when coming here, because the Technicians were untrustworthy. Not just because th

[Primus]Everyone turns to glare at Atremi. “An air drake working for Segundus,” Ona spits as a collar is placed around her neck, smoldering her essence under the weight of humanity. “Segundus, Atremi? Please tell me it wasn’t you.” Atremi doesn’t say anything at first, but as the guards slip a cuff around each wrist and his form dims in color and shape, becoming smaller, the first touch of humility I’ve ever seen on him crosses his face. It’s ironic, considering how he belittled me, trapped and tortured my body, all for the sake of his grand plan. Didn’t he ever consider he might receive a touch of his own medicine? Unable to meet anyone’s gaze, he bows his head to look down at his feet.“I am not the thief,” he declares in a flat, even voice as he slowly raises his head to eye the Archon across the room. “Would a thief walk this treasure into this room willingly?” “Perhaps you expected forgiveness?” The liaison’s face twisted with disgust as she translated the Archon’s growl. “We

[Primus] Sitting on a stool, in the center of the room, is a drake made of light, his edges glowing faintly, his head moving slowly from side to side, as if watching an audience. He is wearing a cloak of shadows, as dark as night, ancient runes sewn along the edges of his cloak. He is wearing dark gloves, dark boots, his whole body painted in shades of shadow. It reminds me of Carnelia’s father, the shadow walker. Until he takes off his gloves, revealing hands of a fair, creamy flesh tinged faintly with the palest green. His long curved nails are a darker green, almost black. And then the hood comes down to rest along his broad shoulders. His hair is a shocking shade of green, as bright as spring leaves, short on the sides, and longer as it cascades between his dark horns, the same almost blackish green as his talons. Above his eyes, the color of earth and sand and fallen leaves that glow with flecks of gold, are high, ridged brows, covered in iridescent scales that fade betwe

[Atremi]During our trip east to Imperial City, the rest of Melark’s story slowly unfolded, and I learned more about who the Technicians really were, their purpose, and why they had disappeared so long ago. I had some inkling, from my time working at the palace, but I had been born several decades after the disappearance of the famed imperial scientists. “In truth,” Melark confessed, “We never truly vanished. Not completely. We just shifted focus.” This old drake, nearly a thousand years old, had been trained to serve the courts from the time he had been a small hatchling; his mentor, a distant aunt, had served the courts directly. But by the time he had been ready to take his turn, they had switched from direct influence to a more observational role. “My aunt Kastora worked directly with the Solarian queen. She was an advisor who helped make decisions for the whole empire. After the first great war, our purpose shifted. When I entered court, it was as a scientist, a researcher.