Lahat ng Kabanata ng Redemption of The Dragon Prince: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

[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

[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

[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] My blood runs stone-cold as I stand, eyeing the moon drake before me. Doesn’t he realize that a dragon with nothing to lose is a dangerous creature, and a mother with only one child left is even more terrifying? Setting my egg down gently in its nest, I remove the amulet from her shell and, grasping the stone tightly within my fingers, I hold it aloft like a brand, letting its dark energy flow around me like a cape. I will not let this monster beat me. I will become a monster if it is what is needed to keep both my daughter and myself safe. I guess, if anything, this has taught me a lesson. The only way anyone I love will ever be safe is to get rid of the drake standing before me. He and my foul sisters and anyone else who has done their bidding. I need to scour the world clean and start fresh on their entrails. First, he dies, then I rescue my father. Pulling on the dark part of me that I try to keep hidden, I let a touch of madness shine from my eyes as I reach forw

[Carnelia]Turning slowly, I can feel the burn of eyes watching me from the darkest corner of the room. Somebody has seen me arrive.But who? Did the monks sense my departure and follow me through the void? Did Thalan? I thought moon dragons could only travel short distances, jumping between locations that they know. They shouldn’t have been able to make it here even if they had tried, because no moon dragon has ever set foot in this keep.And yet, someone powerful is here, lurking in the shadows.“Come out,” I shout at what appears to be nothing, stepping towards the darkness.The darkness ripples, and along with it, the room itself seems to fold. It’s like everything I see is barely more than a curtain hiding the truth.And then I see the outline of two faces, peering through the darkness–one bright and one dark. Like the moon and stars themselves, they appear first as a hazy glow edging their outlines as their shapes slowly fill and they become solid. Even before they are completel