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“Now onto the heavy stuff. Make sure you are sitting down for this…”
A smile tilted my lips as I continued reading. It was almost as though I could hear her speaking to me.
“The true story of what your father and I endured, meeting, falling in love, escaping the Hollow and getting pregnant with you is too long to add to these pages, but one that I hope to tell you one day. In the meantime, there are other things you must learn.
I assume that by now you have discovered your abilities, or at least a few of them, and the living force that ties you to the Dragons. What you don’t know is that the illness that affected you for most of your life, is tied to your connection to those beautiful creatures as well. Unfortunately, your father and I never truly discovered what caused it, other than we believed the Dragons were calling you back to our world.
That is the reason your father’s blood was the only thing that seemed to help. The remnants of Dragon magic inside him from his transfusions, seemed to merge to the magic in you, ceasing your visions of Caelisium, and the afflictions that somehow injured your body.
But I am getting ahead of myself.
After Khayden and I escaped the Hollow with everyone else, and we all settled into a refuge, we dedicated our lives to Ezra and Sienna’s cause—liberating our lands and the people we loved from the Dark Empire. Your father and I got married, immediately deciding to have a baby. However, soon we realized that being parents might not be part of our destiny…
Little did we know that our destiny was much bigger than we ever imagined.
As a natural healer, Khayden began to search for ways to help us, a search that took him to the Mirror World, where ironically, he realized the solution was magic. Dragon Magic.
During the next five years, your father treated himself with their blood, without luck, but after his very first transfusion, he discovered the blood had an alternate effect on him. It strengthened his connection to Tharion, and allowed other Dragons to understand him. They formed an unexpected attachment to him, and through it, they helped us protect our people.
Those five years brought him the loyalty of Nocte, Knight, Ardor, and Storm—your father loved naming Dragons. Lol. Those creatures hadn’t bonded to him as their Soulris, not like Tharion had, but they chose to be there for him, offered their lives to him, helping us fight to reclaim our world. They followed your father’s every request as though it was an unbreakable command, and through everything he learned with them, he taught the others, creating the sky riders legion.
The courage I witnessed flourish in his heart after the death of his father, your grandfather, and his need for justice was unlike anything I had ever witnessed. And I wasn’t the only one to notice. Our new king and queen dubbed him with the title of Harbinger of Justice. One he proudly wielded, driven by the responsibility he felt for his people.”
Taking a much-needed breath, I rested my head back against Tharion’s side. His belly slowly swayed behind me with his deep breathing, while I processed everything I had just read.
“It was you, wasn’t it?” I asked him, putting together the pieces of the puzzle. “You were the Dragon my father jumped onto after the sentries killed Grandpa. It was your fire lava that melted the chains and shackles that oppressed our people. That was the moment you bonded to my dad.”
I glanced towards his head, to see his eye open, red iris focusing on me while he slightly nodded.
“Thank you…” Turning, I stroked his belly, and saw his eye close again, a loud rumbling spreading through his chest. I grinned, but the smile faded and my attention returned to the pages I held.
“…until the great war, when everything changed.
By then, we had recruited more Dragons and trained more men than the Warlock King wanted us to, liberating lands long oppressed by his evil ways. But it wasn’t until I discovered I was finally pregnant that things spiraled out of control.
Dragons began to gravitate towards me, even if your father wasn’t by my side. Every time I was alone, a new one would come to me, licking my belly and scaring the bejeezus out of me.
I grew up around Dragons, so I knew that wasn’t normal.
And then Azazel made his first appearance, nearly giving me a heart attack.
But your father found a way to communicate, making them part of his legion, and with Azazel by our side, the Warlock King was forced to retreat into his fortress.
Then I finally understood what was happening. Your father was never near me when the creatures appeared. But there was still someone calling the Dragons to me.
You.
We immediately recognized the power you possessed. The gifts you had somehow inherited from Tharion and the others, connecting you to them even from the womb… Unfortunately, we also grasped two more things.
Were you to grow up a warrior, able to control those creatures with the abilities we already sensed in you, you would be Caelisium’s answer. The one destined to end this war once and for all.
Nevertheless, if Raithian discovered your existence, your mastery over the Dragons, it would also mean your end. He would steal your gifts and kill you before you were even born, so you couldneverthreaten his reign. And there is nothing he values more than magic.”
My heart stopped mid-beat, and I forced myself to read the words over and over again, making sure I wasn’t missing anything. Memories flared in my mind’s eye, from the moment Vyper and Draco healed me in the Mirror World, to the Dragons coming out of their lairs to see me the first time I visited the honeycombs. To Tharion’s fiery eyes watching me from the darkness, and Venom’s rage calming through my breathing.
If my mother had experienced anything remotely similar to that while pregnant…
