Lahat ng Kabanata ng Redemption of The Dragon Prince: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

[Primus] One moment, I am standing in my mate's room, the warmth of her body still fresh on my skin as the scent of our egg's birth tickles my nose, reminding me of my duty as a father and husband to protect my brood. And the next moment, it is all gone. The bitter chill of perfect darkness swallowed every trace of light and smell as the void takes me, removing my sense of self as I become less than flesh, my spirit free once more to travel faster than thought. It is an odd sensation, feeling like less than nothing, my heart still beating somewhere, yearning to be back where I was, back with the one most precious to me. Roaring in anger, I grasp for the shadows as I try to reshape them, to use what I felt to try to create a way back to her. Carnelia and our newly laid egg are in danger. How can I protect them if I don't have arms to fight? The darkness vanishes, and the cave-like room within the compound of the Magi is replaced by the cold, wet hold of the prison ship where my bod

[Carnelia] Springing from my nest, I jumped forward, my face twisting and my taloned hands extended in desperation and fear. My baby, my egg, seems to almost float within total darkness, taunting me just out of reach, disappearing deeper into the shadows as I race forward, my heart thumping. I'm so close to reclaiming her. Or I would be, if it weren't for him. If I didn't know to expect him, I wouldn't see him either, he is barely more than an outline and bright eyes of molten gold. "How dare you!" I snarl as I quickly lose control of my form, my tail slashing out behind me as my wings extend. A touch of fire radiates along my scales, like I'm the sun itself and not just a dragon who gets her power from our nearest star. "That is my egg! Give it back!" "Her," he repeats, certain he knows the gender of my child. "She needs you to calm down," the darkness demands, wrapping his arms like night itself around the delicate shell. "Please, Daughter, you're scaring your little one, and if

[Ona] The kingdom is dark. The shield blocking us from the solar rays of our sun is in place, casting our entire nation into forced night. Up here, both night and day are an illusion, time not having the same meaning when you can see your sun out every window. I have too much on my mind to sleep, and so, like most nights, I am alone in the control room looking for my daughter, Ursa. One of my new baby girls also has a hard time sleeping every night. While little Bellatrix and Caelum easily nestle next to their father and are sound asleep within moments, my little Vela blinks up at me, waiting for me to help her perch on my shoulder. Preferring to sleep during the day curled up next to my chest, at night she roams the halls with me, and we patrol the skywalks side by side. She’s a very watchful child, her eyes always wide and swirling with blue fire. Nothing misses her careful gaze. And she's still such a youngling. What a marvel of a drakaina she will become someday. Vela’s ears

[KORA] [TWO WEEKS LATER] [TWO and A HALF MONTHS FROM NOW] I feel like I'm fighting against the entire world. Two weeks of arguing, of battling against my own people, begging them as their queen to come to their senses and give me access to the troops and aid I need to bring my mate home. It should have been an easy ask, something they'd be eager to grant, but after two weeks, they are still deadlocked, unable to come to a decision. And my allies, the other nations who swore to fight by my side? None of them have the forces needed to face the Terrans directly, not with their dreadful queen carrying the heirs to the Luxandrian throne in her womb. With those eggs comes the support of the High Council, a shadow government of our elders responsible for maintaining balance across the continents. With them at her side, she has access to all of my father's technology developed over the decades, as well as the forces from any Terran nation she chooses. Even though the odds are against

[Carnelia] It has been two days since Primus was taken through the shadows and removed to wherever it was that my father dug him up. Two days of me yearning for him. Our little egg, the last of our brood, winks at me from the corner of my nest as I stretch my wings and take my bipedal form again. I slept in my third form, that of the giant beast, to keep her warm and safe. I wanted to know if anyone were to sneak up on us in the darkness, I’d be able to defend her. The Grand Magus has been gone for these two days, traveling to the solar high court for some unknown reason. She didn’t offer, and I didn’t ask. I am just grateful that she didn’t demand my presence to see her off, and hope she stays away for several more days, if only to give me peace. She knew that I was almost broody and was hoping I would take to my nest while she was away. She doesn’t know yet that it has already happened a bit ahead of schedule–and it is my intention that she stays ignorant of this change in situa