The Andy Smithson Series: Books 1, 2, and 3 (Young Adult Epic Fantasy Bundle) (Andy Smithson Series Boxset): Dragons, Serpents, Unicorns, Pegasus, Pixies, Trolls, Dwarfs, Knights and More!

by L. EE

  How in the world am I going to get a dragon scale?

  Chapter Six

  Where Be Dragons?

  The Festival starts today! The thought woke Andy. He moved to stretch but something prevented him. Opening his eyes, he saw sunshine struggling through the fog-clouded window next to his bed, but there was more…much more.

  Andy thrust his shoulder at the sheet that restricted most movement save for his head. The covers constricted, making him wiggle like a worm, and he made no progress. “What’s. Going. On?”

  He surveyed his predicament. He was wrapped snugly in a cocoon. The corners of his sheet had been secured to one side of the bed and the blankets that kept the cold at bay to the other. “How—?”

  He tried moving his shoulders, unsuccessfully.

  “How do I get free?”

  As his angst intensified, movement near his wardrobe caught his attention. A fuzzy brown pest started laughing raucously then darted into the closet it had thrust open.

  “Hey, get back here!” Andy struggled more fervently but his frenzied movement acted like a boa constrictor slowly squeezing its meal.

  “Help! Help!”

  At his protests, the monkey-screeching grew louder and the thuds, thumps, and shaking of his wardrobe told him he would soon face more dire actions from the little menace.

  “When I’m free, I’m gonna get you!” His threat only met with the sounds of fabric ripping.

  “Help! Help!”

  What seemed like an hour passed, although Andy knew it could not have been more than ten minutes, and he began feeling sympathy for mummies.

  “Heeelllpppp!” He extended the length of his cries.

  “Hhhheeeellllppp!” He changed the pitch of his calls.

  “HhhHeeEeelllLLllpppPPP!” He moderated the tempo.

  “Hhhh. Eeeee. Llll. Pppp.” He added a beat, synchronizing the gremlin’s thumps with his pleas.

  A knock at last came on his door.

  “Come in! Please—”

  “Goodness! What happened?” A girl apprentice from the tailor’s shop just down the hall popped in and spied Andy’s predicament.

  “Can you free me?”

  “Gracious, let me see what I can do.”

  The boggart slammed a door to the wardrobe and bolted between the maid’s legs, drawing a shriek. The girl drew her hands to her face then fumbled with her white cap while twisting to watch the menace disappear out the door. “I hate those things!”

  “Yeah, me too. Now can you…?”

  “Oh. Of course. Sorry.”

  Andy told the girl his story as she untied the sheet and blankets. “Do you have boggart problems often? Mermin didn’t seem surprised it was here.”

  “We do. I think it’s the same one. The tricks it plays on everyone are horrible. Why, last month it got into the shop and destroyed much of the fabric, not to mention making a complete mess of the place.”

  “How do you get rid of them?”

  “Usually salt and a horseshoe.”

  Andy tilted his head.

  “There’s usually a horseshoe at each entrance to keep it away. It probably managed to loose one of them. We have to chase it out before we can put the horseshoe back up.”

  Now free, Andy scratched the back of his head. “Where’s the salt come in?”

  “Oh, salt is the only thing it hates, so we go after it with that and direct it back outside.”

  “I see.” Andy suppressed a laugh, although it took everything he had to keep a serious expression. “Is there nothing that can keep it away permanently?”

  The maid shook her head. “Not that I know of.”

  We’ll just see about that. It’s done one too many pranks!

  “Couldn’t get yourself out of bed this morning?” the King grinned at Andy’s late arrival in the dining hall.

  “Actually, sir, that’s more true than you might think.” Andy described his ordeal, ending with his vow to rid the castle of the pest once and for all.

  “You have my blessing! That thing is nothing but trouble.”

  Andy had just finished his toast and eggs when the King said, “In addition to your self-declared quest to rid us of the boggart, your mission today is to find Merodach, the dragon master. He’s a rather large fellow, balding, with only three fingers on his left hand.”

  Mermin leaned over and whispered, “Bit of a wun in with a dwagon that helped itself to a couple of his fingers, I hear.”

  “He usually wears a bright red sash with yellow flames, evidence of his accomplishments,” the King continued. “Red dragons migrate throughout the year. You need to find out where they are currently. If there are any in the land, he will know. Whatever you do, don’t let on you’re finding out for me. By the way, I suggest you wear servant’s livery so you blend in. I had the tailor make you a few changes. They should be in your chambers by now.”

  “What if there aren’t any red dragons in the land?”

  “We’ll worry about that if the time comes. For now, let’s find out what he can tell us.”

  As breakfast ended, the King handed Andy several silver coins. “Nine quirts and a spanning ought to give you enough fun at the festival. It’s nine quirts to a spanning,” he added with a wink.

  “But how much is that?”

  “You and Alden are going together, correct?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m sure he can help you figure that out. Now go have fun!”

  Andy jogged up to his chambers and spotted a bright blue tunic and green leggings neatly laid out on his bed. The mess of a wardrobe he’d left earlier had been reorganized and set right. He pulled the tunic over his head and found it went only to the middle of his thigh. I feel… exposed. He struggled to pull on the leggings—pull and squat, pull and squat, shimmy and squat, shimmy and squat. Is this what women go through back home?

  As secure as they would ever be, the leggings itched and felt strange as they hugged his legs. He bent and scratched. Ugh. At least the sandals are comfortable. He rooted after an itch hiding at the top of his leggings like a gopher digging its burrow. He added the coins to a leather pouch the tailor had also left for him, then hung the small bag around his neck and tucked it inside his tunic.

  Andy made his way down to the kitchens and found Marta.

  “My, don’t you look handsome!”

  “The leggings itch,” he complained as he leaned over to ferret out another itch.

  “Well, you look fine, Andy!” she reassured. “Alden will be here in a minute. Would you like a chocolate chip cookie while you wait?”

  Not wanting to dim her smile, Andy downed a tasty treat. He never got chocolate chip cookies at home. He made three more disappear before Alden arrived.

  “You look…different!” Alden snickered as he spotted Andy.

  “Thanks,” Andy mumbled, fumbling with the bottom hem of the tunic.

  “Oh, stop it, Alden. I think he looks handsome. The two of you get along now. Have fun, but be home before dinner.” Marta handed Alden a few coins and, after each stuffing three cookies into their mouths, the pair departed.

  The Festival of Oomaldee had been designed to give all the regions of the kingdom opportunities to compete for bragging rights in a variety of contests. The venue allowed people to hear the latest bands and, given the King’s desire to regain technological superiority, festivalgoers could also see and experience new innovations being developed by citizens, as well as by the King. Festivities spanned two full weeks and marked the highlight of the year for most.

  The regions of Oomaldee rotated hosting the event. This year the city of Oops, just outside the castle, played host, so Andy and Alden walked. They struck out from the castle to sunshine and lighter-than-usual fog. They could see several feet in front of them, superior conditions compared to what Andy had experienced over the past several days. But the closeness still made him feel claustrophobic.

  The trees had turned brilliant gold and orange and red, and Andy stomped on fall
en leaves as they walked, grinning. “We don’t have Fall where I’m from.”

  Alden furrowed his brow.

  “In Texas, we get hot summers and freezing winters, but not much in between. Certainly not all these leaves!” Andy launched into a clump of gold and red by the path, then picked up a handful and thrust it at his companion.

  “Hey!” Alden swept up a pile of his own and dished them right back.

  The scowling faces of a passing family called a stop to the melee several minutes later. The pair brushed leaves from their clothes and hair before continuing on.

  They had ventured only a short way when they began seeing banners announcing the festival. Arrows directed people toward the entrance. They reached a clearing where crowds gathered, waiting for the commencement of activities.

  Andy and Alden recognized several castle servants milling about and joined them. Hans was there, along with several others Andy had met while helping clean up after the flood. He spotted Hannah not far away and waved. She waved back, blushing. The man with the long arms he had seen tasting the King’s food scowled when he saw Andy, jerked his shoulders back and waddled away.

  “Not a very friendly sort,” commented Andy to Alden. “He always scowls when he sees me.”

  “Don’t worry about him,” reassured Alden. “His name is Razen. You’d scowl, too, if your name sounded like a dried fruit.” The boys shared a laugh.

  “I heard he came a long time ago, after Abaddon attacked the castle and carried away the King’s food taster, Eliazer,” Alden informed. “Hans says he saw Eliazer fighting, but when the battle ended, they didn’t find his body. He figures Abaddon’s army captured him. Razen came to the castle after that. He doesn’t like new people. It took him over a year to stop scowling every time he sees me.”

  Hans sauntered over. “Are you ready for the Tower Chase, Alden?”

  “I hope so. I’ll do my best.”

  “Attaboy! That’s all you can ask of yourself. To not be happy with your best is not dignified.”

  “Please join me in opening these festivities!” the governor of Oops bellowed, at which a roar went up and everyone poured under the entry banner, separating the boys from Hans and pulling them toward a clearing where rows and rows of brightly colored tents stood in lines like soldiers in formation.

  The delicious smell of funnel cakes assaulted Andy’s senses. They have them in Oomaldee! I have to get one!

  “Cartesians aren’t welcome here!” A youth much bigger than either of them shouted over the crowd, leering at Alden’s neon-green hair. “You heard me, boy! You’re not welcome here. Get yourself on home where you belong.”

  “What’s this about?” Andy questioned.

  “People from Oomaldee consider those of us from Carta to be foreigners, and they don’t like us much.”

  Andy remembered Marta saying something to that effect as well. “Ignore him. He’s just a bully. Come on, let’s see what there is to do.”

  “Hey, get back here! I’m not done with you!” the heckler taunted as they hurried away. “Yeah, run ya little sissies!”

  They left the crowd and slowed their pace. Andy glanced up. At the edge of the fog, he could make out the shapes of five or six huge black birds circling above, like vultures hunting for their next meal. The birds appeared larger than any Andy had ever seen—and close.

  “What are those things?”

  “I overheard His Majesty say King Abaddon has bird spies that circle the skies of Oomaldee.”

  “They give me the creeps. I feel like they’re going to swoop down and grab me for breakfast.”

  Alden laughed. “I’ve never heard of that happening. Hey, let’s grab something to eat.”

  “Sounds good to me!”

  They gorged themselves at booths selling candy apples, fried butter bits, huge barbecued turkey legs, and fudge of all varieties, including chili flavor, which proved to be Andy’s favorite because he loved spicy food. After considerable searching, they sniffed out the tent selling funnel cakes, although they were called fried mesh marvels in Oomaldee—the sugary treats electrified Andy’s taste buds.

  As they munched cheesy popcorn, Andy saw one of the large black birds land nearby then waddle behind a tent. It stood just shy of his height!

  “Come on.” Andy motioned for Alden to follow.

  They crept around to where they spied the large bird’s feet under the open bottom of the tent. Clawed feet transformed into bare human feet.

  “Did you see that?” Andy whispered.

  The creature rummaged in a sack that had been stashed nearby. A minute later a short, plump man with arms extending nearly to his ankles emerged and blended into the mingling crowd.

  “His wings transformed into arms!” Alden mimed the sway of the man’s appendages.

  “We need to tell the King tonight.”

  Alden nodded, eyes wide.

  “Hey, I promised the King we’d find Merodach, the dragon trainer. He said you could probably help.”

  “Why do you need to find him?”

  Chapter Seven

  The Dragon Trainer

  As they walked, Andy filled Alden in on everything that had happened since he arrived. He left out the part about the message sphere and him being chosen, however, since he wasn’t sure what Alden might think.

  “So, you’re supposed to get the scale of a red dragon?” confirmed Alden in the end.

  “Yes, and you’re supposed to help me.”

  Alden stopped. “The King said that? But I don’t know anything about dragons. I’m just a servant.”

  “I don’t know why you keep saying ‘I’m just a servant.’ He thinks a lot of you or he wouldn’t have suggested you come with me. By the way, if it makes you feel any better, I don’t know anything about dragons either. Not real ones at least.” Andy grimaced.

  Alden shook his head. “Great. Neither of us knows anything about dragons. We’re so going to die!” The drama in his tone made both boys snicker and burst out laughing.

  They made their way to the main street of the festival late in the afternoon and refocused on finding the dragon master. “Where should we start?”

  “I know the general area Merodach probably is,” Alden informed. “It’s an open field at the back of the festival grounds where there’s plenty of room for dragons to stretch out. I’ve heard dragon trainers say, ‘The more room dragons have, the less fierce they are—the more closed in the surroundings, the more fierce they become.’”

  “Lead the way.”

  The festival grounds were extensive, and it took the boys several minutes to reach the area. As they walked, they could hear bands playing off in the distance. They emerged out into an open grassy field. Several makeshift campsites with one-person pup tents dotted the field like white chicken pox. Dragons were staked between.

  “How’d you like to sleep between dragons?” quipped Andy.

  “Ah, no thanks.”

  Ten dragons paced a good distance apart across the immense field, each a different color: yellow, pale orange, dark blue, purple, green, pink, bright orange, brown, crimson, and bright blue. They all sported a multitude of horns. A metal ring around a hind foot staked each brute in place, but that hardly seemed substantial enough if any one of them got upset. For now the dragons seemed calm. As the boys inched closer, they heard a low rumbling sound.

  “What’s that noise?” asked Andy.

  “It’s the dragons growling at each other.”

  “Sounds like a freight train in the distance.”

  “Freight train?” asked Alden.

  “Don’t worry about it. Dragons give me the creeps.”

  Alden glanced at Andy and shuddered. “Me too.”

  As they drew near, Andy whispered, “These dragons are huge!”

  The area was strangely quiet. Ahead they saw a group of twelve or so gruff, unkempt trainers standing around a campfire and speaking to each other in hushed whispers. Several water-filled buckets stood nearby.


  “Let’s go see if they know where Merodach is,” Andy suggested.

  “You sure? These guys have a reputation for being ruthless.”

  “You have any better ideas?”

  “Well, no.”

  “Then come on, let’s go ask them.”

  Andy headed through a large common cook site and past a smoldering fire. Alden followed. On the way, Andy tripped over the handle of a cast-iron skillet that stuck out into the path. He fell, doing a face-plant in the dirt. The skillet hit a lantern that stood next to it. Glass shattered and something else crashed to the ground, making a huge racket. Two dragons nearby raised their heads and roared at the commotion. The dark blue dragon reared up on its hind legs and sent a blast of fire at the yellow dragon several yards away. The yellow dragon retaliated and met its attacker with a blast of its own. The pup tent that had been between the two dragons caught fire. Several other dragons began tossing their heads and roaring.

  The trainers sprang into action. Grabbing buckets full of water and two blankets, they doused the sparring dragons, distracting them, while a trainer climbed onto the back of each. Both dragons shot flames at each other, but the yellow dragon’s fire connected with the trainer. A deep-throated scream sounded just before the man on the blue dragon fell off. Another trainer took his place. Two trainers tried throwing blankets over the dragons’ heads between blasts of fire and struggled to hold on to the lunging beasts. After several failed attempts, they finally secured the blankets around the dragons’ horns and under their chins. Both beasts struggled for several minutes, tossing their heads about wildly and trying to remove the blindfold. At last, they both calmed down. The trainers who had ridden out the storm on their backs dismounted.

  “You okay, Ror?” one of them asked the man who had been burned.

  “I’ve had worse,” he replied, standing up and walking over to the few remaining water buckets and cleaning his burns. “Get me something to wrap this with.”

  The rest of the men turned piercing eyes on Andy and Alden, then slowly encircled the boys, who froze in terror.