บททั้งหมดของ Redemption of The Dragon Prince: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

[Lyra] The iridescent blue light hums around me, and under their eye-piercing brightness, I feel the skin between my scales itch along my scalp as I move my braids from one shoulder to the next. Even though I spent some of my childhood living beneath the surface, I’ve never been comfortable within my uncle’s kingdom. It has always felt unnatural for me to move beneath the earth in caverns the size of palaces. And this morning, we were brought to the bottom-most cavern deep beneath the palace. It is a meeting place known only to a select few, one that is sealed in all directions and can only be reached with a Moon Dragon guide because it requires traveling between spaces. Our guide had been the royal guard who pulled us here without so much as a “good morning” before yanking us out of our nests. It has tall ceilings with large blue crystals illuminating the space high above our heads. At its center is a table formed from an oversized geode, split and polished to create a smooth sur

[Nilla]I am a Judge. I wasn’t given any choice. It was what I was hatched to be, along with my brothers and sisters who were also given the same task. And I take this task seriously. After all, I was the one who started this Grand Experiment.Walking down the familiar pathways within the center of the planet, I leave the Elf King panting in my wake as I journey deeper into the planet’s heart. That is where the sleeping chambers reside, where the other Judges rest until it is their time. Turning the final corner, I see them all resting. Those who have come before me to watch are old like I am, their leathery skin slowly rejuvenating in their healing pods so that when their cycle starts anew, they will be ready to take the mantle of responsibility, watching over our experiment. Those yet to start their cycle are still bright with youth, their bodies preserved in stasis. And between them lies one empty pod. My pod. It has been my time to watch over this experiment for the last 5 cen

[Thalan] A better dragon would have picked another chosen mate to be my queen once I discovered that my brother’s fated mate was my betrothed. But I am not a better dragon. I am the Elf King. And if I want someone, I will have them. Later that evening, I called my brother to my private chamber and gave him an order as his king. He was to travel south, to reclaim his diplomatic seat in the Southern Kingdom and secure our alliance with the Sun Dragons. “You are the only one I trust to see this through properly,” I told him, making his heartache into an honor he couldn’t refuse. “Of course, My King,” he bowed as he swore that he would serve his duty. “What did you have in mind?" “The Sun Princess is unwed,” I said smugly, “An exceptional beauty, I have heard. Many drakes have been competing for her favor. I want you to win it.” He opened his mouth to protest, to give me some half-truth to explain away why he couldn’t do what I was asking him to do. But I didn’t give him a chance

His words feel like a test, one final trial to determine the fate of everything. “Of course,” I respond resolutely, my back straight and my voice clear. “And as soon as they’ve hatched, you can do a proper shell test. I’m sure it will be very soon. Sometimes Air Dragon eggs can take a bit longer.” “Interesting,” Thalan paces, balancing my precious little one precariously from his long fingertips. “Just to be clear,” he paused, “These eggs should be hatching within the next few days?” Swallowing, I nod. “Yes, King Thalan.” I need them to believe me. I need to buy a bit more time. “And when that happens, this council will be the first to know. But I need to nest now, so they can…” “Good.” A thin, tight-lipped grin stretches across his face, chilling my blood. Turning his back to me, the king faced the gathered group of elders and asked, “Elder Council, shall we put this matter to a vote?” “That won’t be necessary,” someone responds as from the shadows nine figures step out of darkn

[Primus] The air feels heavy as the Grand Magus’ words fall around us. My wife, my mate, Carnelia, has been lost to the void so completely that even her father, the greatest void walker in several generations, cannot reach her. “Then I’ll just have to go find her.” I declare firmly, determined to find a way even though it feels impossible. “I’m not going to let her stay out there. I’m bringing her home–no matter what I have to sacrifice.” And I mean it. I’d gladly give my life just to bring her home to her family. Our children need her. Our world needs her. I need her. Even if it cost me my soul, it would be worth it to hold her one more time. “How, Son?” Deklaan asks, open concern written across his face. “You can’t step into the void without support–you have neither the training nor innate skill. The only reason you can dream walk is the residual crystals I can sense in your blood,” the shadow drake informs me. “That’s why it’s so easy for your soul to leave your body. I