Lahat ng Kabanata ng Redemption of The Dragon Prince: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 59

[Ursa] With a strong push, Kora pushed her entire family from the ledge of our tower window. It all happened so fast, I barely had a moment to catch my breath. “Catch, Primus,” she laughs as arms outspread. She falls backward after her husband, shifting into her bestial form to writhe in the air like a snake in the sand. Without reservation, I jumped out after them both, but I could only catch one of them within my flame-edged talons, and Kora, despite her weak wings, was still safer than her husband and eggs trapped within a prison of metal and glass. With a strong gust of wind, I know that Primus has shifted as well, his powerful wings creating an upcurrent as he pulls the surrounding air to support his incredible weight. As I hover nearby, I watch our uncle grasp my sister-in-law with one of his enormous hands. Thankfully, he’s strong and large, with the might of an earth drake, infused with the true power of the stars–the perfect blending of both his legacies. Otherwise, he’d h

Or so I thought. It seems that Atremi had a plan for this as well. The tricky drake pulls a strange box out of his pocket, a metallic-looking device that reminds me a bit too much of something my brother Tritus would have hidden up a sleeve or stuffed in a pocket. Twisting the mechanism, he throws it in the clearing not far from Orion’s pod. “Change back, all of you,” Atremi growls, “In a few moments that’s going to go off and trust me, you’ll want to be as far away from that,” he points at the box, “as possible.” A pod takes at least two full-grown men to move in human form to lift it up onto a carrying device. But other than Atremi, there isn’t another available make, and that bastard isn’t waiting around to help. As Leon, I’m strong, but not strong enough to lift a full-grown drake trapped in a box of fluid. Not seeing any other choice, I keep my current dragon form as Atremi retreats to the treeline bordering the water, his body shrinking and shifting as he moves. By his side

[Ona] My heart is fluttering, unable to calm after seeing my sister beg me for help. The technicians, oblivious to my well-masked shock, begin explaining the situation, unaware of my inner turmoil. It has been months since I've seen Carnelia, and then there she was, standing in my control room, looking so...different.Except, she wasn't really here. She's trapped, somewhere so far away they can't tell me where she is. The young drake continues to ramble, but my heart and mind are no longer focused until I hear the words, "There's more." "More?" my voice catches. "More than that?" "As I explained before, that was just the first layer, the easiest to run through the translation program. The rest is," he swallows nervously, "unintelligible." “Show me,” I sigh, exasperated. “Just show me.” He presses a series of buttons, and the main display is overwhelmed with symbols that almost look like Ancient Celestial except that the characters look misshapen and warped. “Are you sure this i

[Carnelia] I’m not the same drakaina I was when the magus struggled to instruct me on opening the void. I’m not even the same person who learned by her newly resurrected father’s side how to manipulate the shadows. I’ve been reborn for the second time since being torn from my mate. And I'm done waiting to be with him. I want to go home to our family. To him. “Now, if you please,” I wave my hand in her direction. “The starting point.” Tossing her robes aside, she reveals her arms to the elbow. As they are exposed to this green light, I notice that her forearms are dotted with more than scales and colored flesh–they are also lined with tattoos, symbols in void speech, in the same glowing ink as the gold-painted magi on the day of my “coronation.” Unlike their markings, which are repainted every day, hers are embedded within her skin, a part of her, ever fresh. Seeing my eyes on her arms, she smirks. “I see you didn’t rate receiving the circuitry. It doesn’t matter, you know. Onl