by Marc Secchia
Mizuki flopped over on her side like a hound begging for its belly to be scratched.
A dozen Dragons swivelled, summoning their fires.
“DRAGONS, OBEY. BRING MY DAUGHTER TO ME.”
Hualiama yelped as Sapphurion’s claws raked her departing tail. She wriggled free, desperately trying to escape the clutch of claws from all sides, but with a wing broken beneath the secondary wing-joint, she was not about to fly anywhere. Azziala casually deflected four fireballs, and froze the attacking Dragons in their tracks with a click of her fingers, not even bothering with the command-hold structures.
The Empress’ eyes glittered as she surveyed her draconic captives. Sapphurion. Grandion. Mizuki. A dozen more. “No more hiding, Hualiama.”
The Dragoness shifted from beneath Grandion’s belly, where she had scuttled as he batted at her with his paws. The Tourmaline stood immobile. Bound.
Lia matched Azziala glare for glare.
Her mother said, “You see, daughter, I also possess a talent for surviving in the most adverse circumstances. There’s much to admire in your spirit–how you breached a sealed underground lair, pretended to die and even concealed this disgusting lizard from my Enchantresses, despite our Reaving. You’ll have to teach me that star-fire trick. I imagine a power which can fry a Dragon in his own hide will come in useful when we start our campaign to conquer the Kingdom of Kaolili.”
Coiling in readiness, Hualiama spat, “Still think I’ll join you? You’re deluded.” She’d show Azziala exactly what her Dragoness could do!
“Oh no,” said her mother. “Guess again.”
Hateful woman! Yet, the cold calculation in her smile gave Lia pause. What was Azziala scheming? How could she, alone, hold so many Dragons in her thrall? Had she been concealing her true power all along? Now, she had every Dragon in sight quivering at her fingertip command–save Lia. Surreptitiously, she reached for Grandion. Nothing.
Azziala said, “Silence, my daughter? Most refreshing, where you’re concerned. When were the lizards going to tell me about their most devious plot–to supplant a babe in my womb with a Dragon?”
Hualiama gasped. “No.” Azziala was wrong. She must be, yet Lia remembered the rage of a seven-headed Ancient Dragon unleashed upon a tiny eggling … the third great race will emerge from the shadows. What was she? Not the crux of a draconic plot. But Humans did not become Dragons. It was impossible.
“Aye. Let this knowledge Reave you, the knowledge of the depths Dragons will stoop to in order to grasp their objectives.”
“M-Mother, that’s v-vile.” Lia hated that in extremity, she always stammered.
“Aye!” Azziala sounded far too cheerful. “With you, I fear, it has always been a matter of finding the right leverage. I could threaten the Tourmaline. Turn him against you. Wipe his mind of all memory of an irksome dragonet masquerading as a Human. But I’ve a better idea.”
Hualiama gritted her fangs. “Oh please, do tell.”
“You will join me and my Dragon Enchanters in a new enterprise. You’ll teach me how to raise Land Dragons. You will lead these motely lizards against my enemies, turning neither to the right flank nor to the left, unswervingly obedient.”
“I’ll resist you to my last breath.”
“You forget one important detail, child. Unlike last time, you won’t have a mind left to resist.” Her finger rose in an uncannily talon-like gesture, as if she intended to claw Hualiama’s Dragon hearts out of her chest one by one. “You’re Dragonkind, now. And I am your worst enemy.”
In that instant, Hualiama knew what it was for her Dragon fires to turn to dark-fires, for despair to invade and chill even the spirit of a creature created of fire and magic. The Island-World froze in accord with her realisation. The dream was in truth a nightmare, her own nature the seed of her destruction.
The Empress of the Dragon-Haters made a mocking beckon with her forefinger. “DRAGON, OBEY.”
End of Book 2
Hualiama’s story culminates in Dragonsoul, coming in 2016.
Appendix
Lesser Dragon Subspecies of the Lost Islands
The Lost Islands boast a unique ecosystem and four unique Dragon types–subspecies of the Lesser Dragons–developed by the Ancient Red Dragon scientist, Dramagon, to be the perfect draconic war-machine.
Tynukam: nicknamed ‘Grunts’–a literal flying fortress. Deep red in colouration, the Tynukam are squat, massively armoured Dragons of relatively low intelligence. Their scales overlap like plate armour and they boast a double row of short, conical fangs in the upper and lower jaws. They supplement their diet with large quantities of metal ore. Due to their massive metallic sheets of armour, these Dragons can fly short distances at best and are more suited to ground or underground warfare than aerial combat, unless supported by an Overmind. A favourite combat technique is for Overminds to pick up Grunts and propel them at the enemy at ridiculously high speeds. Grunts, of course, are expendable.
Anubam: burrowing Dragons. Short in stature with massively oversized forepaws which make them look mole-like. Very slow fliers, they prefer to ambush their prey from beneath the earth or rock. Being Brown in colouration, Anubam possess magical capabilities to burrow through, pulverise, shape and shoot all forms of rock and earth. They have a particular love of garnet gemstones and will spend months polishing a favourite jewel. Easily distracted by a sparkly gift, but vicious when roused–which is often, as they are a rowdy, factious clan which loves nothing better than an all-claws-in brawl.
Indubam: the ‘Swarm’. Small and manoeuvrable bat-like Red Dragons which grow up to ten feet in wingspan, with iridescent purple bodies and a hinged, underslung jaw capable of accommodating an unexpectedly large bite. Hunt in large shoals up to fifty strong which resemble flying piranha. Their long, curved fangs produce a paralysing sting and their ovipositor-like tails shoot a barbed hook attached to a cord, which allows them to bind their prey before eating it alive. Have no ability to breathe fire. Once a year, the Swarm drink copious quantities of highly nutritious nectar produced by their females before indulging in days-long aerial combat to determine the alpha male of the clan.
Dramubam: the ‘Overmind’. Smallish Dragons usually no more than fifty feet long, Jade in colour with a smattering of Browns and Blues. Long and serpentine in the body, with four wings and short legs. Named by Dramagon in honour of his magnificent genius, Overminds are the crowning glory of his breeding programme. They possess powerful psychic gifts, but are also inveterately lazy and vain. They keep both Human and Dragon slaves and shy from combat, preferring to leave such messy labours to their minions. Nevertheless, due to high intelligence coupled with a malevolent temperament, most Overminds make dreadful friends and even more terrible enemies. The best defence is to set Overminds at each other’s throats by complimenting one at the expense of others.
About the Author
www.marcsecchia.com
Marc is the bestselling author of over a dozen fantasy books. Born in South Africa, he lives and works in Ethiopia with his wife and 4 children, 2 dogs, a rabbit, and a variable number of marabou storks that roost on the acacia trees out back. On a good night you can also hear hyenas prowling along the back fence.
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