I stared at her. She smiled back.
I clenched my teeth and tried to push down my building resentment. Her presence made me feel things long buried.
“I’ll ask again,” I said. “What do you want?”
“Fine.” Megan heaved an over dramatic sigh and pursed her lips. “You take the fun out of everything. I’m here because the Glain Neidr is missing.”
I scoffed, shook my head, and shut the door in her face before moving to the kitchen. To occupy my hands, I gathered the cloth, wiped down the counter, and moved my morning dishes to the sink. What I wanted was to punch a hole in the wall.
I didn’t need this crap. Not now. Not when I’d found a modicum of happiness.
I’d been exiled from my clan a human lifetime ago. They’d had decades to reach out to me, pay me a visit, and mend broken bridges. Typical that only a catastrophic event like the disappearance of the serpent’s egg would bring another dragon to my door. Least of all, Megan.
The Glain Neidr, the serpent’s egg. Not much to look at. A simple rock with a hole in the middle. Powerful things were often deceptive in appearance.
The serpent’s egg cured illness and protected against evil. Most damaging to dragon-kind, gazing through the middle of the stone granted the power to see through disguises. Whoever possessed the serpent’s egg possessed the power to look to the skies and see dragons in flight. Their glamour no longer afforded them the protection of secrecy. A human might walk down the street and gaze upon the beasts of myth and legend. With human numbers so great and dragons so few, dangers plagued such exposure. At least, that’s what the clan believed. Me? Not so much.
I cursed as Megan entered the kitchen behind me. A locked door proved about as useful in keeping Megan out as chasing tequila with vinegar.
“Do you suspect I have it?” I asked, unable to keep the scorn from my voice.
Silence greeted my question.
I threw the cloth in the sink. Echoes of the last time I’d seen her circled my mind. She’d stood motionless in the dragon court while others dictated my fate.
Dragon-kind had stayed hidden for millennia, always lurking in the background, never taking an interest in human affairs. When Roman globalisation looked set to take over the world and they’d built the great fortress of Isca Augusta at Caerleon, the Silure Dragons had known our way of life would change. We no longer ruled our small patch of Wales. Almost two thousand years ago, we’d retreated from human affairs. To me, our self-imposed isolation needed to end.
I’d sat through the First World War forbidden to aid the land of my birth. I lived on the side-lines, watched humans die by the millions, knowing we had the power to help... believing it our duty to help. When the Second World War started, my mind burned with the horrors I’d witnessed not thirty years before. I determined to no longer stand idly by and let the world descend into chaos. I wanted to help. Many disagreed with this desire, including Alwyn, the leader of the Silure Dragons, and Megan, who sided with her father. The idea of associating with lesser beings disgusted her and made her a vocal opponent against the worth of human life. Born just before our time of separation, she’d spent almost her whole life cut off from the human world. She’d never fully experienced the joy and compassion to be found in human friendship.
I turned, and for the first time saw a glimmer of conflict on Megan’s face. “You do suspect I have it,” I said. “After all this time, why would I risk exposing the clan?”
“A human lifetime is not that long to a dragon,” she said.
“Long enough.”
Megan rubbed the back of her neck, and, after a moment, looked awkwardly around the room. She seemed smaller, more unsure than when I’d last seen her.
“Look,” she said after an uneasy minute of silence. “I suspected. Who wouldn’t?”
“But no longer?”
“No.” She took a deep breath as though stealing herself for a hard task. “I need your help to find whoever took the egg and return it.”
I snorted, attempting to suppress an incredulous laugh. A hard task indeed.
Everyone needed help once in a while. Sometimes it was easy to ask, but then there are the other times; the times when you’d rather rip each nail clean off your fingers one by one. From the look in her eyes, Megan experienced something of that feeling now. As leader of the tribal guardians, she commanded others. Asking for help didn’t come naturally.
She moved towards me. I backed away putting the kitchen island between us. I didn’t want her any closer. She’d burned me once. Even I knew better than to touch a hot stove twice.
“I hardly think there’s anything you need from me,” I said.
“Evidence points to human involvement. Your knowledge of their methods and technology can help.”
“I live alone in the middle of nowhere, what makes you think I can solve your case?”
Megan stared at me. Giving me a look that confirmed she knew far more of my existence than made me comfortable. She tilted her head and smiled. “I know you can help. The only question is, will you?”
When I’d left the tribe, I knew exactly what I’d wanted to do: save as many lives as possible. Help my country defeat Hitler. I saw it as an obligation to aid humanity. At the time, I’d wanted dragon-kind to come out of hiding. The tribal leader had other ideas. I’d been ordered to stand down, keep out of human wars and troubles. Their problems were not our problems. I needed to abide by tribal rules or leave. I left. It had been the right thing to do. But I’d never given away their secret. My secret.
I’d joined the rapidly expanding security service, MI5. Since then, not wanting to give away my seeming immortality, I’d gone private, helping those in need. Just as I had eighty years ago, I believed that if you could help, you should. I’d based my whole moral code on this principle.
“Are you going to help us or not?” Megan straightened her back and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
I didn’t bother to answer. Fire blazed through my veins as I ran through the options in my head. I craved the rush of adrenaline offered by a case.
Damn it! More than that, I lacked the temperament to sit by and let dragon-kind be exposed. Even if I thought it in the best interests of dragons and humans alike, other factors needed to be considered, other supernaturals whose secret lives hung in the balance.
“When was it taken?” I asked.
A slight tension left Megan’s body as she turned to me and smiled. “Five days ago. The security cameras went out at 02:12.”
“The night of the full moon,” I noted, shaking off my surprise that the dragons had invested in cameras. The one night a month when no-one would be at the Silure mansion. “That means they’ve been watching the house, know your routine.”
Megan reached into her jeans pocket and pulled out a flash drive. “I figured as much and searched through the footage of previous nights to see if anything came up.”
I took the drive from Megan’s outstretched hand and moved to my study. Megan followed.
“Anything else taken?” I asked while waiting for my PC to boot.
“Only the stone and some jewels. Everything else remained untouched.”
I started. My synapse fired trying to make sense of what I’d heard. I thought of all the priceless art displayed on the walls, the golden statues dotted in various rooms, and the antique books in the library. More than a small fortune resided within the walls of the mansion, and these were just a few of the obvious valuable items you didn’t need a trained eye to spot.
“Just jewels and the stone,” I said. “Nothing else? That seem strange to you?”
“Of course, it does. The whole situation is a mess.” I watched as her temple twitched, a familiar tell for the anger simmering inside. “My father thinks it a coincidence, that they must have been disturbed, or took the stone by accident.”
“And you?”
Megan sucked in a burst of air. “I think the jewels were taken as a cover for the theft of the stone
.”
“Any particular reason?”
“Whoever broke in went directly to the storage room. They knew where to go.”
I nodded, Megan may be a lot of things: stubborn, superior, dismissive, but she was also thorough, and when it came to protecting the clan, her instincts were usually on point.
“What else did you find?” I asked.
“A van acting suspiciously. It drove past the mansion daily for around three months.”
“Could it have been someone going to and from work?”
Megan rolled her eyes at the question. An all too familiar gesture that made me regret my decision to help.
“The van would slow down as it passed,” she said.
“Anything else?”
“Do you think I’d be here if I had more to work on?”
I laughed. Desperate times certainly did call for desperate measures.
“There was this.” Megan reached into her pocket for the second time.
I took the sealed polythene bag from her hand and looked at the hair inside. Human. Blonde. Around three inches long. Not much to look at, but something to work with.
“I found it inside the storage room,” Megan said.
I pocketed the hair before turning and sifting through the abridged CCTV footage on Megan’s flash drive. Suspicious indeed, the van circled the estate three or four times a day, and each time slowed to around five miles per hour. Given the frequency of the visits, I wondered why they hadn’t been spotted prior to the robbery. They’d been scoping the place, it didn’t take a genius to figure it out, and it wouldn’t take a genius to note the property vacated every full moon.
Megan eyed the room, assessing my computer equipment, books, and documents, while I berated myself for giving her further access to my home.
With her presence grating more and more on my nerves, I accessed the DVLA database through a back door I’d installed while working the case of a missing person. The van’s plate flagged as stolen, so I moved to the PNC.
“What is that?” Megan asked.
“The Police National Computer. Here,” I pointed to a date on the screen, “reported stolen four months ago and found in a ditch Tuesday.”
“The day after the break-in,” Megan said. “Great. Where do we go from here?”
“I need a list of all the items taken.”
“Done.”
“Now, if that’s all you have, call me tomorrow to see what I’ve turned up.”
From the scowl on her face, I saw Megan had other ideas. Ideas or not, the thought of working with her had me jumping on my toes and beads of sweat trickling down my back. She liked to give orders, not take them. If I thought for a second she’d work well with others, I’d have no problem bringing her along, but she’d disrespect the humans I needed to work with, people I called friends.
“Not a chance,” I said. “You leave everything with me and go home.”
“You work for me.” She scowled, unaccustomed to being dismissed.
“No. I don’t. I’m a free agent. You ceased being my commanding officer a long time ago.” I sighed, not in the mood to spend hours debating the terms of my investigation. “Look,” I said. “I’m working this alone or not at all.”
I shut my PC down and crossed my arms in defiance, unwilling to give an inch. Megan’s gaze bored into mine, her head tilted as though assessing how far she could push me.
I stood firm and met her gaze with an intensity of my own.
“Fine,” she said after a moment. “I need to make a call first.”
“You do that.” I motioned to the house phone, but she shook her head and pulled a mobile from her pocket. “Always good to get daddy’s approval,” I added as a low blow.
One she may or may not have deserved. I hated working for the clan. I’d taken the case, but more to protect other supernaturals than the Silure Dragons. Hell, if they’d had half a brain and invested in human technology, they wouldn’t need my help. It’s one thing to shut yourself away from human contact, but quite another not to take advantage of the progress they’d made.
Chapter 2
Two hours later, after sending out the list of stolen jewels to a few contacts who’d call me if they turned up on the black market, I morphed into my dragon form and flew towards Wentwood forest.
Dragons possessed many great qualities. We didn’t have a lot of magic, but we could create a glamour and hide our huge nature from any onlookers. Anyone who looked to the skies would see me as a common buzzard. Well… unless they looked through the serpent’s egg. In dragon form, we could breathe fire. Although, it zapped our energy if we tried to use it for an extended period. I once knew a dragon who got really cheesed off with a chieftain and burnt down his village. Went from hut to hut torching the place. He should have known better. He used all his energy. Exhausted, he’d been unable to escape the villagers’ retribution.
Which brings me to another useful quality. To humans, we might as well be immortal. We’re strong, tough to kill, and live a long, and I mean, a really long time. The tribal elders were pushing eight-thousand. In human form, I’d pass for a well-aged thirty-five-year-old. I was two-thousand and nine when I’d left my tribe — like I said, I’ve seen a lot of humans die in my lifetime.
The absolute best thing about dragons had to be our ability to fly. The cool touch of the wind on my face, the feel of nothing but fresh air beneath my wings, the bird’s-eye view of the world as I soared passed. The peace. Even the thought left me breathless. Nothing compared. The magic and beauty of flying dwarfed every other event I’d experienced.
I passed over one city, then another. Buildings went by in a flash. The cityscape flourished, urban and sprawling, punctuated only by the odd patch of green denoting a park. Cars zipped along winding roads. People scurried about their daily business, unaware of the dragon above their heads. I flew on, travelling until I reached the open countryside. Within seconds, the forest came into view and stretched for miles. It made me chuckle to think how close I flew to the dragon mansion and Venta Silurum, the market town of the Silure people. Centuries had passed since its destruction and all that remained were a few excavated houses. An ancient symbol of change.
With the expansion of the Roman Empire, we’d forgone our place among the humans of Wales and sought to separate ourselves from their lives. The Silure humans were a collection of long-forgotten clans, but the clan of Silure Dragons remained. They once proudly fought side by side with their human allies. Pledged allegiance to the same great King. Now, every full moon, they gathered in the fields surrounding Caerwent and lamented the noble people and the existence they once knew. An existence they’d closed themselves away from.
I understood their reasoning. At the time, I even believed it for the best. We may be long-lived, but we’re also few in number. We produced no more than one offspring during our long lives, and female birth rates were lower than male. We were strong, but we could be killed, and, if anything, the human world has shown that it lashes out at beings that are different.
In our Welsh bubble, we’d existed safely with the people who knew and respected us, but Romans only respected the power of numbers. My parents were slain by a legion of soldiers. The risk of capture and the possibility they’d be enslaved to fight in an amphitheatre had prevented them from taking their powerful dragon form and cemented the decision of the tribal elders. The Silure Dragons threatened to become a liability to our human friends rather than a help. So, we vanished, faded into the background and watched the Silure people fade, too. Progress can be painful, but with our withdrawal from the world, dragons had stopped progressing. We’d stagnated. You couldn’t live in a world with seven billion humans and try to ignore them. You had to work with them.
With this in mind, I circled above the forest and looked for the familiar clearing. As soon as I spotted it and the small cottage it housed, I descended and made my way to the ground. My wings beat the air as I came to land, showering the area with a spray of leaves a
nd twigs. I may have looked like a regular bird of prey to the eye, but reality differed. Even before I released my glamour, the disturbance of my arrival made it clear something large had appeared in the clearing.
I shook off the pack attached to my claw and changed to my human form just as Thomas and Summer ran from the cottage.
Summer did a quick U-turn, covering her eyes, while Thomas smiled and shook his head.
“You need me to grab some clothes?” he asked, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice.
“I’m good.” I bent down to my pack, pulled out a simple jeans and tee combo, and pulled them on. Once dressed, I walked to the cottage.
“Good to see you.” Thomas pulled me in for a hug.
Heat warmed my being as I relished being amongst people who cared for me. I hadn’t known Thomas and Summer for long, but they’d been unwavering in their friendship and support and were amongst the only group of humans who knew my secret. Neither of them had batted an eyelid when they’d learnt my true nature, but I guess anyone would become accustomed to the unusual if they lived the life they did. Summer was a Rune Witch of the Ogham faith; she’s also half Tylwyth Teg and a princess of the Fair Folk. Thomas was her consort, an ordinary human by birth, but also a knight of the Fairy Realm. They hadn’t known all this when I first met them, but unlike in the dragon world, things have a habit of moving quickly in the human and fairy one. They’re good people. The best, and they’d reminded me I could be, too.
“Sorry for the unannounced visit,” I said, and gave Thomas my best lopsided smile. “I should have warned you I was coming.”
“Not a problem. You’re welcome anytime.”
I smiled, knowing Thomas to be true to his word. “Still, a call would have saved Summer any embarrassment,” I noted.
“She’ll be fine. You’re not the first naked man she’s seen.”
I glanced at Thomas and compared myself to the impossibly handsome man beside me. In human form, I stood as tall as Thomas at six-feet, but where he had a lithe body with a muscular chest and arms, I spread a little broader all over. Though my six-pack matched his. He was slim, athletic, and moved like a dancer. You’d be forgiven for thinking the air of nobility to his presence was part of the powers bestowed on him by the Tylwyth Teg, but I’d met him before the events that led to his knighthood and knew he’d always been such a man.
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