Dragonwatch: A Fablehaven Adventure

by Brandon Mull

  Instead, Grandma put together a nice meal and sent him to bed. He was so tired, having stayed up the previous night adventuring and riding horses. Not to mention outrunning a dragon horde on a half-trained griffin.

  After awakening before sunrise, Grandma Sorenson and the Larsens had shared a delicious breakfast with him. Knox had pestered Seth for another virtual reality experience. Seth had explained how expensive it was to formally enroll in the camp, and how the administrators now viewed Knox as an outlaw for interfering in the game as an unregistered user.

  Grandma had the barrel moved to the dungeon to prevent Knox from trying to sneak through. When she brought Seth back to Wyrmroost not long after sunrise there, he received a hero’s welcome. Before returning, he had accepted the possibility that he would be stripped of his position as caretaker. Or, if he was irreplaceable for a time, perhaps they would just lock him up?

  When he arrived, Marat and the staff were assembled, along with Kendra and Grandpa. Mendigo was there as well, having made his way back to the keep along the roads. Brunwin had given him a wink and a nod while the others cheered.

  The opposite of a scolding.

  Seth discovered that Tempest had returned on her own. The dragons hadn’t even chased her. They had withdrawn from the keep shortly after Kendra had spoken with Celebrant alone. Henrick was back too.

  The plan had worked.

  Now Seth stood in Grandma and Grandpa Sorenson’s room with Kendra, Henrick, and Marat. Surely he would finally be told how reckless he had been. Seth couldn’t endure the tension any longer. He knew it was a rookie mistake to draw attention to his crime, but he had to end the suspense.

  “Aren’t you guys going to scold me?” Seth blurted.

  Everyone looked to Grandpa.

  “Well, Seth, that depends,” Grandpa said. “Do you deserve a scolding?”

  Seth paused. He could almost feel the thin ice beneath his feet beginning to crack. He needed to tread carefully. “Not really,” he said, as casually as he could manage.

  “No?” Grandpa asked, curious.

  “I thought of a way to save the sanctuary,” Seth said. “I was the only one at risk.”

  “What about your cousin?” Grandma asked.

  “I knew he would be safe,” Seth said.

  “I’ve lived and worked on enchanted preserves for over fifty years,” Grandpa said. “I wasn’t sure Knox was safe. Were you, Marat?”

  “I wasn’t sure,” Marat said.

  “Nobody was sure,” Grandpa said. “Except you. What about Kendra? If you had died, she would have been vulnerable to Celebrant.”

  “I knew she would have the scepter,” Seth said.

  “But if I couldn’t talk to Celebrant, he could denounce me as caretaker and take over,” Kendra said.

  “I didn’t really think that through,” Seth admitted. “Sorry.”

  “It so happens that even though you lived, your sister had to speak to Celebrant alone,” Grandpa said.

  “You did?” Seth exclaimed. “Really? Solo?”

  “And she performed admirably,” Marat said. “Though I fear relations may be irreparable. Celebrant was never your friend. But he was willing to pretend in some ways. I believe all pretenses are over. The caretakers of Wyrmroost are at war.”

  “We were already heading that way,” Seth said.

  “We have now arrived,” Henrick confirmed.

  “Any other thoughts?” Grandpa asked Seth.

  “I did my best,” he said.

  Grandpa Sorenson crossed to him and gave him a big hug. “I know you did, my boy. You were placed in an impossible situation, Seth. You assumed the mantle of caretaker for one of the most dangerous sanctuaries on the planet. You had a plan that you believed in. You did your best. How can I scold that?”

  The hug ended. Seth stared at his grandpa. “Should I have told you the plan? I wanted to tell you. Would you have helped me improve it?”

  “Honestly, I’m afraid I would have stopped you,” Grandpa said. “And Wyrmroost would have fallen.”

  “It would have fallen without Henrick, too,” Kendra said. “I can’t believe he made it so far with the scepter.”

  “I used all of my tricks,” Henrick said. “All of my knowledge and equipment. It was almost enough to get me back to the keep. But by the time I arrived, too many dragons were standing guard. I was relieved to access the safe hut.”

  “How did you split into so many people?” Seth asked.

  “I have a lot of tools,” Henrick said. “Equipment that distracts or attacks or grants limited invisibility. But the crowning jewel of all my gear is the Prism of Reflections. It creates four duplicates, for a total of five, then four more of each, for a total of twenty-five. Some duplicates had heavy distracter spells on them, some light. Mine was right in the middle. The Prism of Reflections even duplicated my gear, including the magical signature given off by the scepter. It gave me a good head start.”

  “The duplicates looked real,” Kendra said.

  Henrick shook his head. “All but me were illusions. But the illusions were strong enough that you would think you had felt something if you brushed up against one of them. The Prism creates illusions capable of confusing all five senses. Six senses, really, if you count the distracter spells and replication of magical signatures.”

  “Your combined actions saved Wyrmroost,” Marat said. “I wish that all sanctuaries had been so fortunate. I wanted to wait until you were assembled to share this information. I’m sorry to report that Soaring Cliffs has fallen.”

  Kendra looked pale. “Bracken,” she said numbly.

  “And Agad,” Marat said. “And many others. We do not know their fates. We lost communication when the dragons took over.”

  Kendra’s jaw was clenched. Tears shimmered in her eyes. She squeezed the unicorn horn in her hands. “I’ve been trying to contact him. No answer.”

  Marat went to Kendra and ran a finger along the horn. “Bracken is alive. The nature of the horn would change if he expired.”

  Kendra broke down into sobs. Seth heard a blend of relief and worry in her weeping. He drew near and rubbed her shoulder.

  “Does that mean we have dragons on the loose?” Grandpa said.

  “It means there could be many dragons on the prowl,” Marat said. “Former captives free to roam the wide world for the first time in centuries. Only time will tell what they do next.”

  Kendra was slowly regaining control. “Can we help Bracken and Agad?”

  “We’ll do all we can,” Marat said. “The remaining members of Dragonwatch are already organizing a scouting mission, which can hopefully lead to a rescue.”

  “We can’t go,” Seth guessed.

  “You are bound to Wyrmroost for at least a year,” Grandpa said.

  “Unless Celebrant lets us appoint a new caretaker,” Kendra said.

  Marat chuckled. “Which will not happen. Celebrant has learned that you are much stronger adversaries than he first supposed. But you shamed him, Kendra. Deeper than he has ever been shamed. You humiliated him in word and deed.”

  “I wish I could have heard that,” Seth said with a groan. “I miss all the good stuff.”

  “You weakened his position as Dragon King,” Marat continued. “I know Celebrant. He will do everything in his power to block your escape. Only defeating you will satisfy him.”

  “We have a lot to consider,” Grandma said.

  “We need more help here,” Grandpa said. “I will put out a call to the Knights of the Dawn. The scepter will protect Blackwell Keep from a direct assault. But there are other ways to wage a war. We must try to prepare against every eventuality.”

  “Reach out to your people,” Marat said. “I will reach out to mine. We’ll meet tonight to discuss how to go forward.”

  Marat and Henrick left the room.r />
  Grandma sat beside Kendra, comforting her. Grandpa patted Seth on the arm.

  “You two children continue to astound me,” Grandpa said. “In only a few days, you have stabilized the defenses of Blackwell Keep, exposed the intentions of the Dragon King, and gained acceptance as the caretakers of Wyrmroost.”

  “Do they really accept us?” Kendra asked.

  “You should hear the chatter around the castle,” Grandma said. “The tune has changed since you were first appointed.”

  “What were they saying before?” Seth wondered.

  “There may have been a lack of enthusiasm about your potential to do the job well,” Grandpa said diplomatically.

  “Will you send someone to help Bracken?” Kendra asked Grandpa. “Some Knights of the Dawn? I don’t know the Dragonwatch members.”

  “It’s my top priority,” Grandpa said. “We have to find Bracken and Agad, and hopefully we can regain control of Soaring Cliffs. It won’t be easy, and our resources are stretched. Other sanctuaries are dealing with rebellion as well.”

  Kendra sighed. “I’m glad you’ll try. Does the Fairy Queen know?”

  Grandpa shook his head.

  “We have to tell her,” Kendra said. “Bracken is her son. She may have ways to help.”

  “We’ll get a message to her somehow,” Grandpa said. He patted Seth’s arm. “I think someone in your room will be eager to greet you.”

  “The Tiny Hero!” Seth said.

  He went and opened his door in time to see a miniature figure scuttling away toward the nightstand. Seth closed the door.

  “Were you spying on us?” Seth asked.

  Calvin stopped and looked up at Seth. “It’s what I do! I think your grandfather spotted me. Sharp eyes.”

  “You could have just come in,” Seth said.

  “It seemed like a family conversation,” Calvin said. “I wanted you to think you had your privacy.”

  Seth walked over and scooped him up. “Did you make it to Henrick before Knox?”

  “I sure did,” Calvin stated proudly.

  “There wasn’t a lot of time,” Seth said.

  “I whistled up a bird,” Calvin said. “A thrush. Not as impressive as a dragon, but serviceable. The trick is learning how to steer them.”

  “Whistled it up?” Seth asked.

  “I call them with my pipes,” Calvin said. “It’s really convenient when it works.”

  “You have lots of hidden talents.”

  “So do you.”

  “Good job finding the scepter,” Seth said. “You really did save the day. Kendra and I are getting a lot of credit, but we’d be toast without you.”

  Calvin beamed up at him. “Just doing my duty. It’s not every day you get to ride a dragon.”

  “Kendra was able to talk to a dragon alone,” Seth said. “You can too. I’m the only loser who can’t.”

  “You’re the loser who really saved the day,” Calvin said. “I can’t believe you went to the fairy realm. You were right not to bring me. I doubt they would have let me in.”

  “I met somebody there,” Seth said. “He asked me not to tell anyone.”

  “Must have been a unicorn,” Calvin said. “Or an astrid. Not a lot of males in the fairy realm.”

  “You know a lot,” Seth said.

  “I keep my eyes open,” Calvin said. “I’m always learning.”

  “I’m learning too,” Seth said.

  “Learning what?”

  “If you’re going to take a huge risk, and you want to stay out of trouble, it really helps if your plan actually works.” Seth started rummaging in his emergency kit.

  “What are you looking for?” Calvin asked.

  Seth pulled out an onyx model of a tower and a slip of paper. “Let’s go get Kendra. I think we need to send the dragons a message.”

  Kendra and Seth stood on the wall near where the Perch had been destroyed. A few jagged pieces of lumber still projected from the stonework. Behind them huddled Grandma and Grandpa Sorenson, Marat, and several members of the Blackwell Keep staff.

  Seth leaned over the brink so he could see Brunwin crouching down below on the bare ground just beyond the castle wall. The minotaur looked up and waved an arm. Then he turned and trotted back toward the gate.

  Seth held up the paper from his emergency kit. The words were written in gibberish, followed by a phonetical translation in English. Agad had suggested he simply needed to utter the phrase to activate the magic.

  Seth spoke the nonsensical syllables, then watched as the tiny tower Brunwin had placed down below began to expand and ascend. The stone of the tower was a little darker than the gray blocks of Blackwell Keep, but lightened to match the stone of the keep as it grew. The flat top of the square tower stopped rising as it drew even to the height of the wall, and complementary battlements sprouted up. As the transformation ended, the tower fused to the keep as if part of the original design. The area atop the tower was at least twice the size the wooden Perch had been.

  Seth breathed a sigh of relief. The tower had conformed to the keep better than he had hoped. Part of him had worried the new tower might damage the wall.

  Kendra hugged him from behind. “It’s perfect,” she gushed.

  A cheer went up from the assembled staff.

  Marat peered down at the new tower. “That was highly adaptable magic,” he said. “A first-rate enchantment. It’s a strong statement, Seth. Well done.”

  For a moment all was still. Then, in the distance, faint enough that it might have come from his imagination, Seth thought he heard a dragon roar.

  Acknowledgments

  Publishing my stories is a team effort, and I enjoy thanking the individuals involved. I’m excited to work once again with some of my favorite people at Shadow Mountain Publishing and Simon & Schuster (Aladdin imprint) to bring Dragonwatch to readers!

  I must thank Emily Watts, Chris Schoebinger, and Liesa Abrams for their remarkable editorial skills. Each of them helped improve and clarify the story. I also got useful feedback from my brilliant agent, Simon Lipskar.

  Many others provided valuable reactions as well. Thanks to Mary Mull, Sadie Mull, Jason and Natalie Conforto, Cherie Mull, Bryson Mull, Tucker Davis, and Pam Mull for finding opportunities to improve the story and for catching mistakes.

  Numerous people combined their talents to produce and market Dragonwatch. I must share my deep appreciation for Brandon Dorman, who once again created an awesome cover image and other outstanding illustrations to help bring the book to life. Thanks also to the production team at Shadow Mountain, including editor Emily Watts, art director Richard Erickson, and typographer Rachael Ward, and to the marketing and sales team at Shadow Mountain, including Dave Brown, Julia McCracken, John Rose, Ilise Levine, Sarah Cobabe, and, of course, Chris Schoebinger. In addition, special thanks to the team at Aladdin for their constant support, including Mara Anastas, Liesa Abrams, Catherine Hayden, Carolyn Swerdloff, and Mary Marotta.

  As always, I owe so much to my family for their love and patience. My kids light up my life, and their mom continues to be a huge support in my writing. My parents and siblings have also helped me in numerous ways.

  And finally, thank you, dear reader, for giving Dragonwatch a try. Without you, my stories would serve no purpose. I’ll share more thoughts with you in the following note.

  Note to Readers

  I have pondered for years how to bring the characters of Fablehaven back to life in a new series. In 2006, Fablehaven was my first published novel. I finished the series by completing the fifth book in 2010, and mentioned at the back of the book that I would not write a sixth volume. I did, however, express hope I would one day create a sequel series.

  That day has arrived!

  The idea for Dragonwatch evolved over the past few years, and it eventual
ly became a story I had to share. This story is the first installment of a five-book series. I will do my best to write a new book each year until I am done.

  If you enjoyed Dragonwatch and haven’t read the previous Fablehaven books, I encourage you to dive into them. You’ll learn a lot more about Kendra and Seth, their friends and family, and the enchanted preserves they protect, and you’ll get to experience a bunch of fun adventures.

  If you are up to date with Fablehaven but haven’t tried my other novels, consider Five Kingdoms, the story of a group of friends who are kidnapped into another world. It is fast-paced and is written for the kind of reader who enjoys Fablehaven. I’m currently working on the fifth and final book in the Five Kingdoms series. It’s going to have a big, cool finale. You might also consider trying Beyonders or The Candy Shop War.

  I can’t wait to bring readers more books in the Dragonwatch series. If you think the books are fun, spread the word to others who might enjoy them! Your book purchases and recommendations enable me to keep writing these stories, so thank you for your support.

  If you would like to connect with me, search for my author page on Facebook, try @brandonmull on Twitter, find @writerbrandon on Instagram, or check brandonmull.com.

  Reading Guide

  1. Why was Bracken worried to let Kendra talk to the demon Jubaya? Why did Kendra decide to speak to her? Do you feel she made a good choice? Why or why not?

  2. Seth sometimes gets bothered by his cousin Knox. In what ways are the two boys different? In what ways are they similar? How could their similarities and differences lead to trouble between them?

  3. What similarities does Kendra share with her cousin Tess? What differences exist between them? Why do you think they seem to get along better than Seth and Knox do?

  4. Why did Agad and Marat want Kendra and Seth to take over as the caretakers of Wyrmroost? In what ways were Agad and Marat correct? In what ways were they mistaken?

  5. Did you agree with Seth’s decision to return Vasilis early to the Singing Sisters? How might Vasilis have come in handy at Wyrmroost? How might it have made things worse?