Todos los capítulos de Redemption of The Dragon Prince: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

[Primus] “Primus!” my mate’s voice calls out to me across a vast expanse. She is standing high above me, on a platform made of clouds. “Primus! Come find me!” I can feel her fear, taste her need for me even as the distance grows between us. She is mine again, I can sense her. And as much as I hate feeling her sorrow and terror, I am grateful I can feel anything at all. “Carnelia!” I stretch my arm, and as I do, the world shifts around me. This isn’t reality. I’m walking through the dreamscape, called by her voice. “You’re alive!” She nods, her words lost to weeping as she reaches down to grab my hand. But the distance is too great. She floats higher and higher, and no matter how much I stretch, our hands keep missing, our fingertips not quite touching. This is a dream. I can change dreams. Closing my eyes, I imagine my legs taller, my arms longer, my wings expanding, but as I try to lift off, to reach her, something keeps me grounded. Looking down, I find a collar clasp

[Ona] [Earlier that morning] The distant sound of buzzing startled me awake, and I woke to find myself in a dark, cold room. Stretching, I looked out the window to see the first rays of light cast the dawn in a lazy, rosy glow. It’s beautiful here, out on the water, the scent of salt tickling my nose as I blinked the last of sleep from my eyes. Daax had already snuck out to work with the deckhand crew for the dawn shift, leaving his side of the bed still warm and smelling deliciously like him. So why am I awake? I should still be resting. I’m not scheduled to be on deck this morning. From the corner of my vision, I see a flash of light followed by another buzz. It’s a pretty piece of old solar kingdom tech, a communication mirror, which hangs from the opposite wall, draped in thin, white cloth. Groaning, I roll over, adjusting myself to look more human as I step off the large mattress and onto the soft carpets that barely manage to keep the chill from my bare feet. Gently pull

[Ona] “Her mate?” I repeat my daughter-in-law’s words slowly. “What do you mean, her mate?” But Kora doesn’t respond. Focused on her work, she presses her hands on the outer shell of the containment pod, giving Orion reassuring nods and smiles as she puts on a brave face. “Do you have an infirmary?” she blinks up at me, ignoring my previous question. “Some place with tools I could use to stabilize him.” “Yes,” I respond, all possible irritation gone when I see how heartbroken and terrified she is for my son. She’s his mate, and she risked her life and sanity to bring him safely away from the False Queen’s court. “I’ll show you.” Looking anxiously over my shoulder, I see the Merriweather begin to crumble into brittle shards as Primus continues to expand. Looking around the deck until I find my mate, I ask Daax to manage the situation. “I need to take Orion to the infirmary,” I shout across the deck while gazing beyond at my brother’s growing form. “I’m sorry, I…” “Take care

[Ona] My crew parts like a tide crashing against the shoreline as I move through them with the determined steps of a pirate on a mission for blood. This anger isn’t just hot, it's scalding, burning with so much intensity that I’m struggling to maintain control. As I move across the deck, I can hear the sizzle of each footstep as my inner flame rises to flare along my skin. My blended bloodline of Celestial and Terran means I can burn bright like a captured star, melting rock and iron like the hottest plasma. As a child, before I had control, I would melt the earth beneath my feet, creating pools of lava whenever I didn’t get my way. I’ve moved past that hatchling immaturity, learning to hone my inner fire long ago. Or so I thought. “Is this what you had to go through, Mother?” I sigh, looking up towards the heavens and the void beyond. “Was Ursa always this obstinate, or is it because it’s me?” I know she can’t hear me. What was left of her became stardust, rejoining the void

[Ona] Atremi, who is trailing behind me by a few careful steps, raises his hand as soon as we arrive on the deck, and in a raspy voice, carried on the wind, calls out to one of his rescued men. “Canys, did you bring my box?” “Aye, Captain Remi,” the large human responds swiftly. “Evain and I loaded it and set it in the hold. Shall we bring it up?” “Immediately,” he orders. “Bring it to the starboard side. We need to launch.” A low growl escapes my lips as I look out onto the water and see how swiftly my brother is outpacing my husband, who is chasing Primus on one of our swiftcrafts–a solar-powered dinghy that can travel at 5 times the speed of a wind-powered schooner. In any other situation, he should be able to catch whatever prey he is seeking. But my little brother is in a rage, and when he gets like this, tends to hurt himself as he pushes past his limits. Which, to my dismay, has been elevated. He is swiftly coming into his true power as King of the Terran continent. Even