The Dragon's Gold (Exiled Dragons Book 12)

by Sarah J. Stone

  “This could have been a lot worse if the system didn't override when it did,” Nathaniel tried to look on the bright side. “But we're not going anywhere for a while.”

  “We have to,” Eliza said, and he turned to her.

  “My love, I would delight in saying yes. But unless we can teleport, which we can't, even at short distances, we are stuck until we get new parts.”

  “What do you need?” Desmond asked.

  “I can probably bypass a few things to get the heat and the basic power back up and running,” Nathaniel said. “Do you see, Sienna?”

  “Yes,” she replied. “But without the coils, we won't fly.”

  “It's whether they have them here that is the question,” Nathaniel answered. “They might. Planets like this have a lot of black markets and scrap yards. Ships…like us end up crashed here and they scrap them.”

  “So some of us have to go,” Desmond said.

  “I know what I'm looking for,” Nathaniel said, but Desmond shook his head.

  “No,” he replied. “You're injured, and my bet is our med bay is not on the list of things to get back up to speed. How much power does the X-ray need, let alone the connectors?”

  “I—” Nathaniel shook his head. “They aren't top of my list. We need to conserve power.”

  “Right, so until then, your hand is broken and to be bound the old fashion way,” Desmond said. “It'll be easier for you to defend a sealed ship with guards around then it will be for you to keep yourself safe out in the open.”

  “I can make you a list,” Nathaniel said. “Send you with images, so there will be no confusion.”

  “Fine,” Desmond said. “Your highness, it's our best bet. We know there is danger just staying here. You are safest here, but our first priority is to get us into the air again.”

  Eliza sighed. “I know,” she said. “Any delay is putting lives at risk, so please hurry.”

  “We will,” Desmond said. “Take your personnel back to the main area, and stay together, it will be easier for Nathaniel to defend if anything happens. Sienna, I want your wound cleaned and bound, now. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Maestro,” she said, not wanting to cause any more trouble than they were already in.

  It was only once they were alone in the engine room that Desmond spoke up, “I'm going to take her with me.”

  “What?” Nathaniel turned away from the engine console, trying to see if he could regain any function. He had assumed that it went without saying that Sienna would stay with him. Whenever they separated, that was usually the case. The land outside was unknown, but certainly dangerous. To put her in that situation at all, regardless of who was with her, was not wise.

  “It has been awhile since she and I went out on a quest alone,” Desmond said.

  “But not now,” Nathaniel said. Desmond met his eyes.

  “Nathaniel, I need to…explore a few things, with regard to our future within the magic. I need to be with my Tiro and see…if I'm right.”

  Nathaniel felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. “You're going to leave her,” he said. He just knew, from the way Desmond looked, from the thoughts he was guarding. “You can't.”

  “I didn't say that,” Desmond said, but Nathaniel's eyes widened.

  “You don't have to.”

  Desmond sighed. “I need to see, Nathaniel. I need to think. You are so close to her, it's hard to form a decision, when you take care of everything. And I have a feeling, subconsciously, that you have started to hide things from me.”

  “Like what?” Nathaniel asked. “What would I hide from you?”

  “You don't do it intentionally,” he said. “But I sometimes feel I have no idea what my Tiro is capable of, what her potential has grown to. It is good that you are close to her, Nathaniel, that you know what's happening. But I need to see myself.”

  “And with those thoughts swirling in your head, will you keep her safe?”

  Desmond's brow furrowed in anger. “How could you think otherwise? Regardless of whether or not I am going to move forward with her, I would never put anyone intentionally in danger.”

  Nathaniel sighed. “I know,” he said. “I know, I'm sorry. I just…please don't do this.”

  “I haven't made any choices yet,” Desmond said. “But I will take her with me. I am aware of the nightly routine, but perhaps you have some advice?”

  “Nights are worse than days,” Nathaniel spoke after a quiet moment. “I know it's better with blocking her magic, but…sometimes they are sleepless.”

  “You see, you don't tell me,” Desmond said. “Neither of you. I see it in your tired eyes in the morning, I hear it through our bond. But neither of you tell me of a night, unless it's particularly harsh.”

  “Aye, well…” Nathaniel sighed. “You're right. It's cold on Arborath. Bundle up.”

  “I'm sure we can handle that,” Desmond said. Before he turned to go, he met his former Tiro's eyes. “This is not to hurt you or her. This is for the good of the Order, whatever happens.”

  “I know,” Nathaniel said. “I know that you say that. But I can't help but feel otherwise.”

  “Look inside yourself,” Desmond asked. “Reach out to the magic, and you will find the correct answer. Even if it does not feel correct at that time.”

  Nathaniel managed to give him a brief smile. “That's what you used to say to me when I took exams in class. It was particularly helpful during the multiple-choice ones.”

  “Better than circling a random answer,” Desmond replied. “We'll leave as soon as we are able. Bring me that list.”

  “Aye,” Nathaniel said, going back to the console. He wanted to tell Sienna, to console and prepare her. But he knew that he had to keep it from her, for it was not his choice to tell. He just hoped that Desmond could find a way through this difficult situation and see the light on the other side

  “Go with you?” Sienna said, equally surprised when Desmond approached her. “Are you sure?”

  “Why wouldn't I be sure, little one?” he asked.

  “And Nathaniel won't come?”

  “It'll just be you and I,” he said. “Find the warmest clothes you can.”

  “How long should I pack for? Should I bring meds?”

  “Always,” he said. “Prepare for two nights, a standard pack, and we'll…work from there. If you want to bring rations, I'll have room in my rut sack”

  “A snow-covered planet cannot grow anything,” she said. “It is likely that they eat rations, as well.”

  Desmond held her gaze.

  “Do you want to take that risk?” he asked, evenly. “Weigh your choices.”

  She paused.

  “The sacks will be lighter and easier to defend with if they do not have rations,” she said, at last. “Do you think we are in danger?”

  “Yes,” he answered.

  “And the likelihood that we will return before nightfall?” she was asking all the right questions, and he was proud of her for that, at least.

  “High,” he replied. “There's an outpost not far from here, from what I can tell.”

  “Then…” She weighed the odds in her head. “I'll pack lightly.”

  “Good girl,” he said. “Do you need help?”

  “Bound,” she replied, holding up her arm. “I only got through about half the IV bag, though. I can bring pills, of course.”

  “Uh…” He could wait for her to finish the bag, but they needed to go, for all their sakes. “That's fine. As soon as you can”

  “Ten minutes, Maestro,” she replied, and he headed to get his own things.

  It felt oddly final, packing for this outing. He tried to shake the feeling several times, but the magic was warning him of something foreboding that he couldn't ignore.

  Nathaniel met them by the back doors, which he had managed to power enough to unseal.

  “I'll have the heat on in ten minutes,” he said. “And after the doors, basic power supplies will return as soon as the battery
recharges. We'll be all right for about forty-eight to seventy-two hours.”

  “Understood,” Desmond said, hoping that it wouldn't be that long. “Keep them safe, Nathaniel.”

  “I will,” Nathaniel said as he reached out for Sienna, giving her a one arm hugged. “Be careful. Call me if you need anything, all right?”

  “Yes, Maestro,” she said, a bit confused by his sudden display of affection. Nathaniel was affectionate, but usually not when there was business involved. “We'll be fine.”

  “Just come back in one piece,” Nathaniel said, glancing to Desmond. His former Maestro knew he was referring to more than just their bodily safety, and he adverted his eyes.

  “We'll come back,” he said, and Nathaniel tried not to wince.

  Please. Please come back.

  Chapter 7

  The snow was blowing as they got the door open. They were bundled, layer upon layer but Sienna felt the cold right away. She winced, pulling her backpack tighter as she ducked her head.

  Desmond put a hand on her shoulder, pointing ahead to what looked like a frozen wasteland.

  “Two miles,” he shouted over the wind and she nodded. They obviously wouldn't be talking much as they walked. Sienna was quite sure her mouth was going to freeze solid in the next few moments anyways.

  She stepped off the ramp and shrieked as her leg went right into a snow drift nearly taller than her.

  It was soft and fluffy, freshly fallen. She couldn't imagine how much snow had fallen in the past twenty-four hours, let alone what was underneath her, but it must be miles high.

  “Not a good way to start,” Desmond's voice came as he yanked her out. She agreed with him, testing the ground around her until she found a patch that was more solid ice than snow.

  “Are we there yet?” she asked and he tilted his head, giving her a look as they began to walk. She wanted to turn around to see if Nathaniel was by the door, but the wind was too strong.

  The wind was picking up as they walked, and she wondered whether this was a full-blown storm or just a normal day on the planet. Despite the fact that it was living greenery and other plant material that often made her sick, she couldn't imagine living on a planet so devoid of life.

  She gripped Desmond's arm as they walked across the ice, neither of them talking as they navigated the tricky terrain. Her time in training had taught her to be light on her feet, to move with grace, but it didn't always work when she couldn't see what was underneath the snow. They didn’t speak much, their mouths had frozen, and they were both relieved to see the outskirts of the town at last.

  “Be on your guard,” Desmond said, as they approached. “The type of people here…they come to get away. They will be wary of outsiders, especially witches.”

  “We could...not tell them?” Sienna suggested, and he shook his head.

  “No, it's our duty to tell the who we are, if they ask. We should never be ashamed of our identity.”

  “I wasn't suggesting that,” she replied. “I just thought we might have an easier time if we didn't outright reveal it.”

  “Only if they ask,” Desmond replied, drawing his cape tighter around them. Now that they were closer to the buildings, the wind lessened, and she could see that the town was well planned. The people here accepted that winter was a permanent state, and they lived accordingly.

  Sienna longed for the artificial heat of the ship more with every moment.

  “All right.” Now that Desmond could feel his fingers, out of the wind, he pulled out the tablet that Nathaniel had sent them with. She stood up on her tiptoes to see it, arching over his arm. She was tall, but her older Maestro had always towered over her and everyone else. He cut an imposing figure, and he always made her feel safe. “This is the list he gave us. I think some of these are luxury items, though. Nathaniel always like to have the ship running at top speed.”

  “No,” she said, scanning over the list. “He needs every single one of them.”

  “Sienna…” Desmond said, scrolling through. “I'm not a pessimistic sort, but we will be here for days sorting through piles for this kind of list.”

  “Days or forever,” she countered. “Because I think we don't fly if we can't find them.”

  He sighed.

  “The language here is non-universal,” he said. “So, I'd like you to take the lead. It's more likely that you'll be able to pick up on a root language than I will.”

  “Me?” she said in shock. “But you…”

  “No,” he said. “You are perfectly capable, Sienna, and this is a task that is done without magic. You will do it and I will be here to assist if needed.”

  Her eyes went wide, and he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

  “What worries you, little one?” he asked, meeting her eyes. “You are capable of doing this.”

  “I…”

  “When Nathaniel took you with him to find the amulet,” Desmond referred to a quest about 6 months ago. “Did you not take the lead?”

  “No,” she said. “He did. He usually does. I watch him do it, negotiate, translate but…I don't.”

  Desmond raised an eyebrow at the news. They were usually together, but when they were apart, he did expect Nathaniel to be training her and challenging her.

  “Well, you are with me now, and it won't be that way.”

  “What if I make a mistake?”

  “Then you will find a way to fix it,” he replied. “One day, I will not be at your back, Sienna, and you will learn.”

  “Where are you going?” she asked again and he shook his head.

  “Come, we don't have time to waste,” he said, and headed toward the market stalls. She didn't have time to be nervous. Desmond put the list in her hands, and she marched up to the stall owner.

  Everyone in the market was a raggedy bunch. From Sienna's eye, it looked like they had seen much war and sorrow. Their faces were scarred, their shoulders were heavy, their eyes held a lifetimes worth of stories.

  In language classes, they trained her to speak first in her mother tongue, and then try to pick up the accent or language of the person she was speaking to. Years of training as a witch had brought Sienna almost fluency in Basic, but when she was working in translation, she switched to Jeffroian. She knew that Desmond usually didn't approve of her trying to work in a language that wasn't universal, but today, he didn't say a word when she started the conversation.

  “I'm looking for coils, part number 324343,” she said, to the shop keeper, who turned to glare at her. She had clearly interrupted his meal. How he could eat in this snowstorm was beyond her, but as a transparent alien creature, with large eyes and long fingers, she wondered if the cold just went right through him.

  “What?”

  She recognized his root language quickly, and switched to Herian, a language she had learned a few years ago.

  “Coils,” she said, taking the tablet from Desmond. “Do you have them?”

  “Do you have money?”

  “Yes,” she said, although Desmond had not made her aware of what amount of money they had. Witches often operated without currency, used to trading their services for peace.

  “What's a pretty girl like you want such advanced ship parts for?”

  “Uh…” she wasn't prepared to answer that question, but luckily, the shop keeper didn't expect her to. He went to the back of his pile of stuff, and started digging through it.

  “Does he have them?” Desmond asked, in basic, and she jumped.

  “Don't know,” she said. “But he thought I was pretty.”

  “Did he now?” Desmond's gaze shifted to the alien like a protective father. “Don't let him talk to you as any less than you are.”

  “I'm hardly in danger of falling in love,” she replied, as the alien turned back.

  “What else you need?”

  “Do you have them?” she repeated.

  “Parts like that are hard to find. Try somewhere else. What else you need?”

  It seemed to be t
he theme of the day. Every stall they went to, shivering in the cold, they would find the same story. Everyone would ask them, look interested, look for the parts, try to drag them in with a discount on other parts, and then not have the essential items.

  By the time they reached the end of the market line up, Sienna felt like she was going to drop from the cold. She was shivering uncontrollably, and feeling disappointed by the lack of progress.

  “I don't know that we are going to find it,” she said to Desmond. “Either that or they don't trust us enough to sell their parts to us.”

  “Do you think that's the case?” he said, and she thought hard about the expressions she had seen.

  “Some, maybe. Others truly don't have the product, which means we could be stuck here until they gain our trust.”

  “And?” he asked, causing her to try and recall basically every lesson she had learned. “How do you gain the trust of locals?”

  “Aside from moving in and living like a local for months?” she asked. “We could…we would need to gain the trust of one, who hopefully can influence the others.”

  She shivered then, as a particularly cold wind blew up her back, and arched her shoulders. Desmond sympathized with her in that moment, his face softening She was trying as hard as she could, but she wasn't used to the kind of exertion a quest like this required. They both had pampered her, and only now could he see the damage it had done.

  An alarm went off, on top the buildings, and crackling through the radios on in the stalls. Sienna jumped, her head whipping around.

  There was a flurry of activity, as the shop keepers struggled to cover their items. They began to pull down the thick metal sheet walls that each stall had, trying items to the ground

  “Desmond?” When Sienna had magic, she could read minds at a faster rate than almost any witch. An alarm like that would provide her information through hundreds of panicked thoughts before anyone was even aware they were thinking them. Now, she relied on Desmond, who searched the minds of those around them.

  “It's a storm alarm,” he said. “It means it will be unbearable to be outside shortly. We need to take shelter.”