DRAGON BONDS – Part 3

Dragon Bonds – The Beloved Draman is the third installment in my series of  fantasy novelettes. This FREE serialized story won’t be found anywhere else, and you get to see it first!

Croft and his friends experience growing pains and a budding romance while they settle into their new mountain home. As Wheet helps educate the orphans, the other dragons select children for future bonds. Defying the NestMaster’s instructions, one pair takes a risky chance which could end in disaster. Find out how far the dragons will go for their beloved Draman in Dragon Bonds!

Author’s Note – the books must be read in order to be understood, beginning with Dragon Child and Dragon Valley. Get started!

 

Dragon Bonds by Alexander Elliott

First Edition     Copyright © 2019
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without the written permission of the author. This includes any means whether electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system. UNAUTHORIZED REPRODUCTION OR DISTRIBUTION OF THIS COPYRIGHTED WORK IS ILLEGAL AND SUBJECT TO PUNISHMENT BY LAW.
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DRAGON BONDS – PART 3

 

Chapter 6

With everyone upset and worried, the children were given free time after their chores instead of attending classes. Hugh was alone in the library, praying for Elenore and the searching dragons. Margery kept herself busy in the kitchen, while Thomas went to give Edward a hand with the animals. Juliana did her best to comfort the worried children; telling them stories, drying tears, and trying to remain cheerful.

Hugh opened the door to the library as Rueloo’s call suddenly echoed through the valley, startling everyone in the house. By the time they opened the door to peer outside, she had already landed on the stone courtyard in a cloud of loose snow. Croft was nowhere in sight. Using a human gesture, Rueloo pointed at Juliana with her front foreclaws and then lay down. The message was clear – she was to come with her, which meant Elenore had been found!

As Juliana dressed in her heavy clothes, Hugh and Margery loaded the dragon with the prepared supplies. Rueloo was restless, eager to get back in the air as soon as possible. They finished just as Juliana came through the doorway, already nervous about flying for the first time. Hugh approached to help her mount the dragon, and in a surprise move, leaned down to kiss her lightly on the mouth.

“Godspeed. Thee have my prayers, and my heart.”

She blushed hotly as he helped her settle on Rueloo’s back, placing her hands on the short horns at the base of the dragon’s neck. Still rattled by Hugh’s declaration of affection, she gasped when Rueloo stood up and opened her wings. They were airborne moments later, and while Juliana’s heart pounded, her thoughts turned to what she would find when they arrived.

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Meanwhile, at Scree’s nest

Elenore’s labored breathing was the first thing Croft noticed when he entered the nest. Scree had not prepared the cave properly for a bonding, leaving him to make do until Rueloo arrived with Juliana and the supplies. Thinking quickly, he asked Wheet for three things: firewood, fresh gold, and snow. While he waited, Croft carefully removed Elenore’s heavy cloak and used it as a pillow for her head. Her skin was flushed with fever and she lay limply on a pile of almost powerless gold ore.

Soon, a bundle of branches was dropped off at the cave entrance, along with a large ball of packed snow. Giving Scree something useful to do, Croft asked her to break up the wood and start a fire. Using his own cloak, he carried some of the snow inside, using it to cool Elenore down and reduce the swelling in her hands. He also placed small bits of it in her mouth, fearing she would choke if he tried to give her a drink. Most of it dribbled down her chin and Croft wondered if he was helping at all.

The transition from human to Draman required gold’s power to keep the fever at bay and help the body change. Without a fresh supply, Elenore had no hope of surviving. The minutes dragged by as Croft waited, wondering when it, and Juliana, would arrive. He could sense Rueloo through the bond, and knew she was drawing closer, but she was still too far away for them to speak.

Frustrated and worried, he placed more snow on Elenore’s body and sat down to hold her swollen hand gently. Though it might not make any difference, he began telling her about the search this morning and that the whole nest was helping. Scree, silent until now, interrupted him.

“I do not think she can hear me. Will she be angry?”

Croft wanted to ignore her, but it would serve no purpose.

“I did not hear Rueloo clearly until the last day of the fever. Thee must be patient. Thee have set a very bad example for the others, Scree. She will not be angry, but the others are.”

“Will we have to leave the nest?”

“That is for Wheet to decide. First, she must live through the bond.”

“Thank you for helping, Croft. I am… grateful.”

While it must have been difficult for the proud, stubborn dragon to admit she needed help, Croft made no reply. He got up to put more wood on the fire and jumped at the sound of several loud thumps coming from the cave entrance. Sabina’s hurried footsteps followed as she entered the inner nest, exhausted by worry and lack of sleep.

“We brought the gold, but it is too heavy for me to lift. Hurry, Scree!”

As the dragon went to retrieve the filled leather pouches, Croft asked about Echo.

“He and the dragonlets went to feed and will bring something back for Scree. The others are outside with Wheet, waiting for news. How can I help?”

Together, they opened the bags and surrounded Elenore’s body with the fresh gold nuggets. To dragon or Draman eyes, the metal emanated a fog of warm yellow light, and it looked as though she were wrapped with the sun itself. Many hours had passed since the fever started, and while the fresh gold was powerful, Croft feared they had not reached her in time for it to do much good.

Scree fidgeted nervously as Sabina went to tend the fire and Croft tucked some snow around Elenore’s neck and head. There was nothing the crimson dragon could do for the girl, and it only increased her guilt and fear for the precious human. Despite Croft’s anger at Scree’s foolishness, he understood her concern for Elenore and went over to stroke the smooth scales of her neck.

“We are doing what we can. The gold will help, but we must wait and see…”

Like a sudden clap of thunder, Rueloo’s mental voice burst through Croft’s worried thoughts.

“We are here!”

Croft heaved a sigh of relief, even as he and Sabina scurried out to meet them.

 

Chapter 7

Escorted by Wheet, Rueloo and her rider winged their way ever closer to the cave entrance. Croft and Sabina waved, more for Juliana’s sake, since the dragon would have no difficulty spotting them. The perch was icy and even more difficult to negotiate because of Rueloo’s passenger and the supplies strapped to her back. Wings fluttering like a small bird, she reduced her speed and touched down on the slippery rock surface. Juliana cried out as the dragon scrambled for purchase, nearly tossing her to the ground as they came to an awkward stop.

Rueloo crouched low, allowing the frightened healer to dismount. Though shaken and red-faced from the cold, Juliana began wrestling the bags and baskets of supplies off the weary dragon. As Juliana and Sabina started carrying them inside, Croft paused for a moment to hug Rueloo’s neck and make sure she was all right.

“I have missed thee! Did thee have any trouble?”

Rueloo scented the boy and then rumbled with laughter.

“No, little one. I am tired and must feed before I join you. Is Elenore…”

“I am afraid for her, Rueloo. I did what I could, but she is very sick. Scree is frightened, too.”

“Go and help Juliana. We will talk when I return.”

Croft hurried inside with the last of the supplies. Sabina was busy unloading one of the baskets while the healer hovered over her patient. He watched as she felt Elenore’s forehead and listened closely to her breathing. Worry creased her brow, even as she gave Sabina instructions and asked Croft to bring in more snow. Some of it went into a small pot and was settled on the fire to warm. Much of the rest was placed on or around Elenore’s body, leaving her clothing soaked from snow melt and sweat.

Juliana searched through one of the baskets for aromatic herbs, throwing them in the pot to steep. While they waited, the healer took stock of her surroundings, eyes settling on Scree who was watching every move. Juliana spoke to the dragon and Croft translated for them.

“I have been told the desire to bond is difficult to resist, but thee have risked her life by being so impatient. If Elenore dies, thou will bear the guilt and I may never forgive thee!”

Scree hung her head in shame.

“You speak the truth, yet I cannot undo what has been done. Can you help her?”

“It is too early to say. If she does not improve by nightfall it may be too late. Croft and I will remain here and tend to her, but we may need thee to fetch things for us.”

“I will do anything you ask. Elenore must live!”

What the girl needed most, Croft explained, was a layer of gold underneath her body, and with Juliana’s help they could now move her. With a sweep of her tail, Scree leveled out a new area on the floor of the cave. Next, she lifted the heavy bags of gold one at a time, dumping their contents in the center of the cleared space. When she was finished, Juliana, Croft, and Sabina moved in to create a level, human-shaped “bed” for Elenore to lay on. To make it more comfortable, it was covered by one of the blankets Juliana brought with her.

Croft busied himself with the supplies while Juliana and Sabina carefully removed Elenore’s wet and soiled clothing, replacing it with a clean, dry shift. When she was redressed, the three of them carried her to the golden mattress and lay her down. More gold nuggets were piled near her head, feet, and sides while another blanket covered her body. Satisfied that the fragrant herbs had steeped long enough, Juliana soaked a heavy cloth with the mixture, wrung it out, and laid it on Elenore’s chest so she could breath in the vapors.

Since nothing more could be done at the moment, the trio opened the provisions Margery sent along and ate a late dinner. By the time they finished, Rueloo arrived and encouraged Scree to leave the nest long enough to eat the deer Echo brought for her. After checking with Juliana, the reluctant dragon hurried out with a promise to return shortly. Rueloo asked Sabina if she and Echo would care for the dragonlets over the next few days, since she and Croft were planning to stay here with Elenore and Scree. Wheet was also waiting for news on the girl’s condition, and Sabina promised to speak with him before leaving for home.

While Juliana refreshed the herbal cloth, Croft snuggled up to his dragon – happy to be together after their dramatic separation, and explained what they had been doing.

“The gold is helping. Her fever is not as high as it was and she is breathing easier. I am very glad thee are here.”

Despite the fire, the large cave remained too cold for human comfort, and Croft invited Juliana to warm herself against Rueloo’s heated body. After settling down, she looked at Croft fondly.

“Thee helped Elenore more than thee knows. Using the snow to keep her fever down may have saved her life. I am proud of thee, but am reminded of my need for an apprentice. Who might thee recommend?”

Croft thought carefully about the group of orphans, considering who might be a good fit for the job.

“Thee will need a Draman – unlesss thee bond to a dragon thyself.”

Though it was certainly possible, Juliana and Rueloo both laughed at the idea.

“Do not be giving any of the dragons ideas! Besides, I believe Hugh prefers me this way.”

Croft smiled impishly.

“He thinkss thee are beautiful, even if he does not ssay sso.”

Juliana smiled, blushed, and looked away, thankful Scree chose that moment to return and end the discussion. Croft was not there to witness Hugh’s declaration of love earlier in the day, and Juliana wanted to savor the warm feelings by herself for a while. If he truly meant what he said, everyone would know soon enough.

 

Chapter 8

Elenore remained unresponsive through the afternoon, though the fever seemed to be under control and her breathing greatly improved. As sunset approached, Croft helped Juliana prepare a simple stew of beans and smoked meat, brown bread, and dried fruit. While they ate, Rueloo brought back more wood for the fire while Scree maintained her vigil. With a sudden hiss of surprise, she announced a change.

“Elenore is moving!”

Juliana hurried to her side as the girl uttered a weak moan and opened her eyes, blinking owlishly. She whispered something and Juliana reached for the chamber pot so she could relieve herself. As it was with Croft, Elenore seemed unaware of her surroundings. While accepting food and drink, she said nothing more, and fell asleep as soon as Juliana lay her down. Scree leaned over to smell the girl and gently licked her face.

“Her scent has changed. The bond is taking hold!”

The built up tension in the cave finally burst as Croft hugged Juliana tightly. She laughed when he did the same for Rueloo and Scree. Elenore wasn’t out of danger yet, but it appeared the worst was over. Several more days of fever and deep sleep lie ahead as her body changed, and keeping her comfortable was a far cry from trying to prevent her death. Since it was already dark, Rueloo would take the good news to Wheet and Dramanshire in the morning. Worn out by the stressful day, Croft and Juliana were encouraged to get some sleep while the dragons kept watch through the night.

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As soon as the good news was announced, the somber mood hovering over the nest vanished almost as quickly as it came. While everyone was relieved at Elenore’s survival, and happy for the new bond between her and Scree, the consequences of their reckless behavior would forever change the relationship between dragon and human. Those intending to bond would now be expected to follow a strict set of rules based on Wheet and Juliana’s discussions before the near-tragedy occurred.

As soon as Elenore was well, both the dragons and humans would be meeting to discuss and agree to the changes. In addition, Croft would be making a detailed report to the king regarding the new safeguards. No more freewheeling bonds, no more sneaking around, and no excuses for disobedience. The risk was simply too high.

As the days slowly passed, Croft, Juliana, Scree, and Rueloo watched Elenore steadily change. While she was only the third Draman, it was obvious each person’s appearance would be unique – much of it based on what the dragon half of the bond looked like. Scree, of course, was delighted the girl began to take on her own characteristics, even as Juliana warned her it would be something of a shock to Elenore. Every few hours, the girl would awaken to use the chamber pot, eat, drink, and go back to sleep, and she never seemed to realize where she was or what was happening to her.

On the fourth day, Scree began to get brief flashes of thought from Elenore while she slept. A strengthening of the bond as time passed was expected, though for now it remained intermittent and jumbled. Croft claimed he remembered nothing until he awoke, thinking his murky thoughts of Rueloo were only dreams. Still, Scree was delighted with the newly forged connection, happily sharing the frequent glimpses into Elenore’s mind.

Juliana spent much of her time discussing every change in detail, no matter how minor, with either Croft or the dragons. She fully intended to get all of her observations and experiences written down with Hugh’s help when this was over, and didn’t want to miss anything of importance. Future healers who dealt with dragon bonds would need all the information they could get, and it was up to her make certain it was recorded accurately.

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By the morning of the fifth day, it was clear Elenore’s physical alterations were complete. The fever was all but gone, and according to Scree, her mental voice was increasingly sharper and more powerful. She would awaken as soon as her body and mind were ready, and they would help her adjust to the enormous changes the bond brought with it. As they waited, Rueloo decided it was time for a heart to heart discussion with her sister dragon.

“Your beloved one will awaken soon and there are things you must know.”

 “Beloved? A human word I do not understand.”

 “You have much to learn about humans. Beloved means cherished, special, cared for deeply. You will be as treasure to one another and be willing to give your life for hers, if necessary. Do you see?”

 “Yes, but I did not know exactly what to call it. Will Elenore feel the same?”

 “She will. She will show it many different ways, and will not wish to be separated for long. Never fail to acknowledge these things or you will confuse and hurt her.”

 “This is not our way. I thought the bonding would make her more like us.”

 “It will, but she will never be fully dragon. She is still young for her kind, and will be easily influenced by your example. The bond itself is only the beginning.”

 Scree pondered the ideas for a moment, realizing she considered Elenore as a kind of pet instead of a partner. Clearly, there was much she did not know and she was ashamed of her ignorance.

“I was not as careful as I should have been, and now Elenore is bound to me. Will you help?”

 “Yes, but you have stirred the nest and Wheet has decided what to do with you.”

 “Are we to be banished?”

 “No. Not yet. He believes it would be too hard on Elenore and might anger the human King. If you wish to remain, he requires certain things.”

 “Tell me.”

 “Our cavern has many suitable nesting places, and you are to take one of them. Wheet wants me to help you adjust to the bond and life with humans. It will also keep Elenore close to her own kind as she grows. Both of you will acknowledge your foolish behavior and apologize to the nest and the humans. In addition, you will be expected to help with future bondings. If there is any further disobedience or trouble, you will be banished.”

Scree’s first reaction was anger and she almost refused Wheet’s requirements. Before she could say anything, Elenore’s mind voice interrupted her thoughts.

“We were wrong, Scree. Please do not be angry. I cannot leave the valley!”

Surprised by Elenore’s ability to speak so clearly, Scree changed her mind when she realized the two of them had nowhere to go and the girl would be terribly unhappy. She couldn’t do that to her, and with some difficulty gave Rueloo a different answer.

“Agreed. I do not envy the task you have been given. I can be very…stubborn.”

 Rueloo laughed at the understatement.

“Yes, but so can I!”

END of part three.

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DRAGON BONDS – Part 2

Dragon Bonds – The Beloved Draman is the third installment in my series of  fantasy novelettes. This FREE serialized story won’t be found anywhere else, and you get to see it first!

Croft and his friends experience growing pains and a budding romance while they settle into their new mountain home. As Wheet helps educate the orphans, the other dragons select children for future bonds. Defying the NestMaster’s instructions, one pair takes a risky chance which could end in disaster. Find out how far the dragons will go for their beloved Draman in Dragon Bonds!

Author’s Note – the books must be read in order to be understood, beginning with Dragon Child and Dragon Valley. Get started!

 

Dragon Bonds by Alexander Elliott

First Edition     Copyright © 2019
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without the written permission of the author. This includes any means whether electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system. UNAUTHORIZED REPRODUCTION OR DISTRIBUTION OF THIS COPYRIGHTED WORK IS ILLEGAL AND SUBJECT TO PUNISHMENT BY LAW.
For permissions and other inquiries, contact Alexander Elliott at aelliottbooks@gmail.com

 

DRAGON BONDS – PART 2

 

Chapter 3

Hugh’s present discomfort had little to do with Juliana’s question and everything to do with the beautiful girl asking it. They sat in his small office, which also served as the library, with the door open to protect her reputation. He would never even think of taking liberties with her or anyone else, but it was best not to leave any hint of impropriety. The truth was, he knew absolutely nothing about courting a woman. Life as a monk did not prepare him for his undeniable attraction to the lovely, young healer, and he was uncertain what to do about it.

Since her arrival in Dramanshire, Juliana was a frequent visitor to his small office. Like most women, she was unable to read and write. As part of her new duties, she was eager to record everything about dragons and Draman. With unlimited access to them, and as the one charged with keeping the settlement healthy, there was much to learn. Having a written record, she believed, would assist future healers and document the unique needs of both dragon and Draman for the king’s library.

As Hugh was the only one who could help her, they found themselves meeting often as she recounted her experiences, discussions, and observations. It took some practice for her to fashion and speak her thoughts in a way which allowed Hugh to continue writing without asking her to stop or repeat things. They both came to treasure these sessions together, exchanging smiles and blushes equally as she spoke and he wrote. Hugh found the information fascinating and tremendously useful, but he also came to appreciate Juliana’s lilting voice, intelligence, and loving care for people.

As he finished up the last of her dictation for the day, Juliana shared her thoughts about recent events.

“Right now we only have two Draman, but there are least six who hope to bond in the spring. Many of the other children are interested, and I know not what to tell them! I believe it may be the same for the dragons. The problem with Scree and Elenore has given Croft and Rueloo an idea, and I wanted to know what thee think of it.”

Hugh lifted an eyebrow, carefully considering what she told him.

“Yes, thy thoughts match my own. What have they asked of thee?”

The sparkle in Juliana’s blue eyes did strange things to Hugh, and he briefly looked away to catch his breath as she answered.

“They wish me to speak with Wheet and see what he knows about blood bonds. Later, I can teach the children and answer their questions while Wheet meets with the dragons. If both sides understand the dangers and changes involved, the bondings will be safer and bring fewer surprises. Would thee consider going with me? Perhaps thee will remember what I do not when it is time to write it down.”

While Hugh was both flattered and intrigued, he was also eager to spend more time with Juliana. Besides, there was a good chance he could be of help.

“I would be pleased to go with thee. Perhaps it would be wise for us to consider what to ask before meeting with the NestMaster.”

Juliana flushed with pleasure at his answer, rattling off a long list which Hugh scribbled down as fast as he could write. The number of things to ask Wheet nearly doubled after they paid a visit to Croft and Rueloo’s nest following supper that night. Apparently, dragons shared little with one another until the need to know arose, so convincing Wheet to discuss the issue with the nest ahead of time might prove to be a challenge. Rueloo was confident he would understand the need and cooperate, especially with the Scree and Elenore problem fresh in everyone’s mind.

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Two days later

While Scree was allowed short, supervised visits with Elenore, neither of them were happy about being kept apart. The petulant dragon believed she was being punished for disagreeing with the NestMaster, while Elenore thought it should be her choice when to bond, ignoring the supposed danger. Between visits, she was given easy chores or confined to her bed for more rest. While the cough was improving, she had to admit she was still weak and tired easily.

The other children came to sit with Elenore when she wasn’t sleeping, telling her about the events of the day which might have been missed. When she heard about Juliana’s trip to see Wheet, it gave her an idea. Claiming to have questions about the bond, she requested a visit from Sabina. Because Elenore actually did have things to discuss, they enjoyed an interesting conversation about what she could expect when the time came. Some of it frightened her, but she was determined to have a bond with Scree no matter what the cost.

Before Sabina left, Elenore asked if she would translate for her when the dragons came for a visit later in the day. She wanted to tell Scree about a wonderful dream she had, but couldn’t unless Sabina spoke for her. Feeling sorry for the girl, Sabina agreed to help with such a simple request. Elenore thanked her and then spent some time planning exactly what to say so that no one would know what she was really up to. If this worked, she and her dragon would finally get what they wanted.

 

Chapter 4

Early evening, the same day

It was almost time for supper before Juliana and Hugh finished recording all the information gleaned from their meeting with the NestMaster. Having never dealt with Draman before, Wheet’s stories were all second-hand and left a number of questions unanswered. How long will Draman live? Will gold heal all their ailments? What changes are in store when they mature? Can adults form a bond or only children? Is it possible for a dragon to bond with more than one person at a time? Can they marry and have families? Will their offspring be human or Draman?

Undoubtedly, there were other questions to be asked and answered later. If the future of his nest was to include Draman, Wheet realized he was responsible to discover all there was to know about them. Since he knew of a nest where Draman were common, it was decided that Croft and Rueloo would be sent on a special mission in the near future to find out more.

Between Wheet’s memories, and the experiences of Croft and Sabina, Juliana believed there was enough information to move ahead with the planned bondings and meet with the children to explain it all. While there were certainly some wonderful things for Draman to anticipate, there was an equal number of frightening realities they must face to bond with a dragon. It wasn’t all one-sided either, as the dragons would have to make dramatic alterations to their way of life.

In the end, Wheet readily agreed to speak with the dragons about their part in the bonding process. His concern and respect for Croft was the key, and he was unwilling for any of the other children to experience the bond without the greatest level of care they could provide. It meant many changes for the nest over which he presided, but he was committed to seeing the king’s grand idea become a reality. Only by working together could they succeed in building the Draman into a bridge between both peoples.

The scent of another of Margery’s wonderful meals filled the lower level of the tower. Juliana and Hugh left his office, only to find the children finishing up the supper preparations. As usual, Hugh began counting heads to make certain everyone was present. Somehow the count was off. On his third try, the number remained short by one person and he was forced to interrupt the meal to find out who was missing.

“Attention, children! Someone is not at the table. Is anyone ill?”

Noisy chatter filled the space as they looked eagerly about to see who was gone. Cecily waved at Hugh to get his attention.

“Elenore said she was tired and went upstairs to sleep after the dragons came to visit.”

It wasn’t the first time the girl overslept and he sent Cecily up the stone staircase to bring her down to supper. Soon, she came running back, face flushed and eyes wide.

“I don’t know where she is! The bed is empty and some of her things are gone!”

A quick glance at Juliana told Hugh she came to the same awful conclusion.

“Continue eating children. Margery will stay here with ye while we go take a look, all right?”

Thomas took a torch to search outside while Juliana and Hugh investigated the upper floors of the tower. When the girl could still not be found, they looked through the caves behind the kitchen and then asked Croft to join them in searching the upper chambers near he and Rueloo’s nest. When they were about to give up, Rueloo noticed a very faint trace of Elenore’s scent near the cavern entrance – along with Scree’s. They were gone.

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While the adults calmed the other children and put them to bed, Croft and Rueloo made a valiant attempt to find the missing pair. Despite their excellent nighttime vision and sense of smell, it would be difficult to find any clues after so much time. Hoping that Echo knew the location of Scree’s nest, they roused him and Sabina from sleep to enlist their help. Guilt-stricken, Sabina admitted her part in the fiasco.

“Elenore assked me to tell Sscree about a dream sshe had. Sshe talked about waving to Sscree from the cave opening, and then being picked up and taken away. I did not know it wass a lie! What can we do?”

Echo volunteered to show Rueloo where he thought Scree’s nest was located, and the four of them flew silently through the inky blackness. When they arrived, they found the nest empty – apparently abandoned for some time. The quick-tempered, elusive dragon guarded her privacy, moving from nest to nest to keep from being disturbed. There was no way to know where the two of them might be, and an extensive search would have to wait until daylight.

Rueloo and Croft accompanied Echo and Sabina back to their nest, having agreed to start looking again in the morning. Wheet would have to be told, of course, and Croft intended to do it himself first thing. The NestMaster would be very angry, and rightly so, though Croft’s primary concern was for Elenore. As soon as they returned home, Croft took the twisted passageway down into the tower. Thomas, Margery, Hugh, and Juliana were all waiting for him in the Great Hall. He knew they would be upset by his news, yet they must be told.

“We did not find them. Tomorrow, Rueloo and I will tell Wheet, and assk otherss to help uss ssearch. Elenore will have a fever by morning if they bonded, but we musst find her quickly or sshe may die.”

The men’s faces twisted with worry and the women began to cry. Hugh reached out to hold Juliana’s hand, offering what little comfort he could. Croft encouraged her to gather what she might need, ready to leave at a moment’s notice in case they found the girl. The others helped her pack baskets with healing herbs, food, water skins, rags, extra clothing, and blankets. Fresh gold would be needed to help strengthen Elenore’s weakened body as she changed, and Croft assured them it would be provided.

There was nothing more to be done until daylight, and the group wearily took themselves off to bed. Sleep eluded them all, leaving Thomas to pace, Hugh to pray, the women to fret, and Croft to tremble with nightmares.

 

Chapter 5

Croft arose well before the sun in search of his breakfast. It was going to be a long day, and he might not have time to eat later. By the wonderful smells coming from the tower kitchen, Margery was already busy cooking. He made his way down to the Great Hall, wondering if she had been able to sleep. The answer was written on her haggard face. She was not surprised to see him this early and stooped down to envelope him in a hug.

“There now, child, I have confidence thee will find them. I made thy favorites this morning. Sit down now and eat thy fill before thee go.”

The meal was delicious, but Croft was too distracted to enjoy it properly. When he finished, Margery pressed a food-filled saddle bag into his arms and kissed his forehead.

“I thank thee. We will ssend word as ssoon as they are found. Tell Juliana to be ready.”

Croft returned to the nest and found Rueloo and the dragonlets ready to leave. Spark, Huff, Billow, and Ember were excited to take part in the adventure, though too young to understand the importance of their task. With the sun’s rays peeking over the horizon, they took off and headed for Wheet’s valley. The NestMaster did not appreciate being roused so early in the morning, but he recognized the distress in Rueloo’s call.

The great black dragon appeared as Rueloo and the little ones landed, and Croft remained on her back as she explained why they were here.

“Scree has taken Elenore from the tower, but it was not discovered until after the sun went dark. We believe they have bonded and the humans fear for the girl’s life. If they are not found quickly, Elenore may die.”

As expected, Wheet reacted badly to the news, tail thumping against the ground as he roared into the sky. With smoke billowing from his open mouth, he broadcast a unique bark-like call three times, paused, then did it again, and again. Confused, Croft asked Rueloo what he was doing.

“It is used to summon the nest together. He is telling all the dragons to come right away.”

By the time the sun was up, Wheet’s valley was filled with dragons – many Croft had never seen before. The NestMaster used his powerful mind voice to explain what happened and sent them out to search. Everyone was expected to help until Scree and Elenore were found, including Wheet himself, who joined Rueloo and the dragonlets in the air moments later. The Nest covered an enormous amount of territory, with perhaps hundreds of caves and caverns to investigate. Croft was surprised when Wheet began flying north towards Wort.

“Scree believes she can hide from me, but I have been told she has a nest near the mines. We will start there.”

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Scree paced nervously about the large cavern, wondering why Elenore was not moving. When they reached her nest, Scree used a claw to slice a gash in her leg and Elenore spread the thick green blood on her hands. Before long they began to tingle and throb and the girl eventually fell asleep atop the pile of gold ore. She thought they followed Croft and Sabina’s bonding stories carefully enough, but she now feared they may have missed something important.

Through the night Elenore began to have a harder time breathing and thrashed about, mumbling mouth sounds Scree could not yet understand. Now, as the sun rose in the sky, she lay unnaturally still, her face red and hot, with a peculiar scent which smelled… wrong. It wasn’t supposed to be like this! What if the humans were right? What if Elenore was not yet strong enough to be bonded as they claimed? For once in her long life, Scree was forced to admit she did not know what to do and it shamed her.

Guilt, embarrassment, and fear struggled for control of her racing thoughts, yet the most important thing was Elenore. Could the human really die? If she did, it would be no one’s fault but her own, and Scree could not accept a life without the girl. She must act, now, even if it meant punishment and humiliation. She only hoped it was not too late.

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Wheet’s larger wingspan meant he could fly faster than Rueloo, and the dragonlets were beginning to tire. Croft knew they would have to stop soon to rest which meant another delay they could not afford. Just as he was about to ask Rueloo about it, the air split with Scree’s rusty-sounding screech. There was no mistaking this was a desperate call for help, and it was coming from the same area Wheet intended to search. The NestMaster answered her and then gave Rueloo instructions.

“Croft and the little ones will come with me. Turn back and bring the healer. I will guide you when you return.”

It took a moment for Croft to understand they were not going to land first. Though he trusted Wheet, the thought of moving from one dragon to another during flight made him nervous. He watched as the black dragon slowed to fly directly over Rueloo, lowering himself until he could curl his front talons gently around Croft and lift him off her back. The dragonlets obediently followed the NestMaster, even as Rueloo turned sharply in the opposite direction, heading for Dramanshire.

END of part two.

 

 

DRAGON BONDS – Part 1

Dragon Bonds – The Beloved Draman is the third installment in my series of  fantasy novelettes. This FREE serialized story won’t be found anywhere else, and you get to see it first!

Croft and his friends experience growing pains and a budding romance while they settle into their new mountain home. As Wheet helps educate the orphans, the other dragons select children for future bonds. Defying the NestMaster’s instructions, one pair takes a risky chance which could end in disaster. Find out how far the dragons will go for their beloved Draman in Dragon Bonds!

Author’s Note – the books must be read in order to be understood, beginning with Dragon Child and Dragon Valley. Get started!

 

Dragon Bonds by Alexander Elliott

First Edition     Copyright © 2019
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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DRAGON BONDS – PART 1

 

Prologue

Winter in the Great Peak Mountains, with its unpredictable cold and snow, was best spent indoors. For the forty orphans of Dramanshire, and their caretakers, it meant most of their days were confined to the stone tower. The exception was Edward and his family, who lived in the cottage near the animals they tended. Between their relative isolation and chores, they were unable to spend as much time with the others as they might like. The dragons helped out by using their fire to clear the accumulated snow, making movement between the tower, cottage, and barn much easier.

Hugh, Dramanshire’s new teacher, took advantage of the long winter days by filling them with formal instruction. None of them, including the adults, had been schooled in any subject, so Hugh began by teaching them to read and write, along with mathematics, history and Latin. Most of his former students at the Abbey were the sons of wealthy landowners, so teaching this diverse group of youngsters, including girls, was an interesting challenge.

It didn’t take long for the stone tower and connected caves to become a true home. The children were well-fed and kept busy with assigned chores, classes, and free time to play or interact with the dragons. While the mighty beasts did not hibernate during the cold months, they were much less active, going out primarily to feed. The animals provided by Orchid meant less time spent hunting for prey, leaving more hours to sleep or come for a visit with the children.

Several of the dragons had already met the child they wished to bond with, and they were eager to begin. The newly bonded would undergo several days of fever and then a disorienting adjustment to their new status as Draman. Since the process was still considered dangerous and not fully understood, their new healer, Juliana, believed it would be safer to wait until spring when she and others could observe and assist without worrying about the weather. Thus, both human and dragon settled in for the long winter, eagerly awaiting warmer days and the many changes which would arrive with them.

 

Chapter 1

Invited to share the midday meal with Edward and his family, Rueloo prepared to carry Croft the short distance to the cottage at the opposite end of the valley. When Margery heard about the intended visit, she asked Thomas to prepare a net full of firewood while she filled two large sacks with food from the pantry and larder for Edward’s family. Rueloo was glad to help, and Croft waited patiently while Thomas loaded the foodstuffs on her broad, strong back. Margery gave the blue dragon a final once-over, nodded in satisfaction, and looked up at Croft with a wide smile.

“Take care in the snow, Croft, and remember to ask Olive if she needs anything else. My thanks to Rueloo for her help. Off with thee, now, and I will expect thee back before supper!”

She and Thomas scurried back inside as Rueloo lifted into the air. With the net full of firewood clutched in her rear talons, she winged her way to the lonely half-buried cottage. Between all the recent travel and inclement weather, Croft was unable to spend much time with his dear friends since their arrival. Today was a fine opportunity for them to get re-acquainted while Rueloo took the dragonlets to see Sabina and Echo. So very much happened since he’d run away from the Abbey, and Croft was eager to tell them about his adventures.

Connected to the backside of the cottage was a large, sturdy lean-to for firewood. Rueloo carefully swept the area with flame to get rid of the accumulated snow and dropped her burden. Swinging back around, she did the same all around the cottage, making it much easier for the family to maneuver outside. Edward opened the door just as Rueloo landed and rushed forward to remove the heavy sacks and take them into the house. Croft leaned against her, stroking the smooth scales of her neck. They were not often parted, and he was a little anxious.

“I will miss thee. Give the others my greetings, and I will see thee soon!”

Rueloo licked his outstretched hand while a soft low rumble emanated from her deep chest. In human terms it was the equivalent of a hug and kiss, and Croft stepped back so she could take off without injuring him with her powerful wings. She circled once while he waved, her musical call drawing the dragonlets from the nest to meet her in the air. When they were out of sight, Croft turned towards the cottage, only to find Edward watching him.

“Can thee speak to her when she is parted from thee?”

Croft shook his head and followed the man into the warm house.

“Not if sshe iss too far away. I can sstill ssensse her, and if I were in danger, sshe would know.”

Though Edward nodded in agreement, he could never truly understand the bond Croft shared with Rueloo. No one but another Draman knew what it was to be linked to a dragon, which, at present, meant Sabina was the only person he could talk to about such things. While she was nice, they were not the closest of friends. She tended to be a loner, and her interest in fighting and warfare, while honorable, was not compatible with Croft’s gentle spirit. If the dragons seeking blood bonds had their way, there would be many more Draman in a few months, and surely some of them would share Croft’s interests.

He left those thoughts behind as Olive hugged him and then stepped back so he could say hello to her children. Adam, five, and Beatrice, three, no longer hid from him, yet they were uncomfortable if he got too close or tried to touch them. For some, it took time to get used to his strange dragon-like appearance, and while he understood the stares and whispers, his feelings were often hurt. It was, perhaps, the reason he preferred the company of the great scaly beasts. Dragons, he knew, cared little about looks, showing much more interest in what a person was like on the inside.

Since the meal was already prepared, Croft took a seat on the bench next to Edward, while Olive, Adam, and Beatrice sat across from them. As they ate, Croft told them about his escape from the Abbey, traveling with Gilbert the Tinker, and how he met Rueloo and became Draman. Since neither Edward nor Olive knew much about the battle with Thorn’s army, Croft explained how he and Rueloo helped the king make an agreement with the dragons to protect the kingdom. Finally, Edward stopped eating and turned his smiling gaze towards Croft.

“By all the saints, child! I knew thee was smart and determined, but never have I seen the good Lord’s hand on one so young. Had thy parents lived, they would be as proud as we.”

Croft was embarrassed by the praise, but his interest was piqued by Edward’s comment.

“My parentss? Did thee know my mother and father?”

Olive chose to reply.

“We were neighbors and friends to thy parents, and much more to thee, Croft…”

Her explanation was interrupted by a shout from outside. Croft’s excellent hearing told him it was Ralf who came to escort Adam and Beatrice to the tower so they could play with the other children. The boy was invited inside while Olive dressed them in heavier clothes and wrapped them each with a cloak, hat, and mittens.

“Thee will behave well, and do as Margery tells thee. Remember not to tarry long in the cold.”

Turning to Ralf, she gave further instructions.

“I will trust thee to bring them home before supper, and bring Robin and Henry with thee to help carry the milk pails. Give Margery my thanks for the supplies. On thy way now, before I put thee to work!”

Grabbing a hand on either side, Ralf left the cottage in a hurry, eager to deliver his charges so he could play with the older children. While Olive cleaned up after the meal, Croft accompanied Edward to the enormous barn to help him with whatever needed doing. Once the heavy door was closed, the pair easily fell into their old pattern, conversing very little as they mucked out the stalls and filled the feed and water troughs. It brought back good memories for Croft, and he was grateful to have Edward and his family here in the valley with him.

When their chores were finished, they returned to the cottage and Olive joined them before the fire with heavy mugs of hot cider. After a moment, Edward began speaking.

“There are things thee has not been told, Croft. We were very good friends with thy parents, Walter and Isabella. We were married at the same time and they lived next to us. Both Olive and thy mother bore babes within a few days. Our child died in the night and your mother and father died of the fever soon after. Twas a miracle thee survived, child, and since thy parents were dear to us, we took thee into our home and cared for thee until thee were weaned. Twas then we brought thee to the Abbey so the monks could care for thee.”

Croft said nothing for long moments while he considered the story. Why hadn’t they told him this before? What else did they know about his parents? Though he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear the answer, there was one question burning in his mind which needed to be asked.

“Why did thee not keep me? Wass I a bad child?”

The tears in Olive’s eyes threatened to spill as she got up and knelt before him, gently holding one of his hands between both of her own.

“Thee were a blessing from God and a beautiful child! We loved thee as our own, but we could not raise thee as well as our own babes. If we took thee to the Abbey, Edward could watch over thee and make sure thee were all right.”

Croft’s expression soured.

“I wass not all right. SSimon wass there!”

Edward looked stricken and guilty.

“We could not have known he would treat thee so poorly. I did my best to protect thee, Croft. Thee must believe me!”

By this time all three were weeping and the conversation ground to a halt. When it seemed everyone was calm, Croft explained what happened to Simon. The couple tried not to laugh when he told them Cymbal dropped the monk in a pile of manure, and they were grimly satisfied that Simon had apparently lost his mind and was now in seclusion. Edward finally spoke for both of them.

“May God forgive me saying so, but it would have been right and just for Wheet to have killed him. If I were thee, I would not have pleaded for his life.”

While it ultimately changed nothing, Croft felt better knowing they were firmly on his side. With the ugliness behind them, Croft asked for more information about his parents. In story after story, he was able to piece together a better picture of his mother and father, finally filling the empty space in his heart.

 

Chapter 2

While Hugh was busy with the orphans’ formal schooling, he was also responsible for helping them learn more about the dragons. In turn, the great scaly beasts began to understand the humans who shared their mountain nest. Hugh believed learning first-hand was always best, so he invited the NestMaster to teach dragon history to his students in person. While Wheet wasn’t especially fond of venturing out in the cold months, Hugh’s persistence payed off when he agreed to come once a week and “speak” to the children.

Since Wheet would never fit in the tower, a compromise was arranged. Adjacent to Croft and Rueloo’s nest were many other empty caves and chambers, and huddled together in one of them were Hugh, Juliana, Thomas and all of the orphans. Their impromptu classroom faced the main entrance to the cavern itself where the NestMaster stood, ready to begin his lesson for the day. Since only the Draman could “hear” his mental voice, Croft listened carefully and then repeated Wheet’s words to the group.

“There are many dragon nessts in the world, but not all are the ssame. There are white ice dragonss where it iss cold all the time. There are ssmaller dragonss who live only in the deep foressts and are green like the treess. Some dragonss can run very fasst but cannot fly. Otherss will attack humanss and kill them. There are even dragonss in the oceanss, though they do not look like uss.”

The children began calling out questions, especially about the ocean dragons. Once Hugh quieted them down, Wheet continued.

“Humanss know them as ssea sserpentss. Instead of wingss they have powerful flipperss and can breath under water like the fissh. They cannot breath fire, but they are sstrong, fasst, and rule the oceanss. They also have Draman who live with them in the ssea.”

Again, the children wanted to know how this was possible. Wheet explained.

“Their blood bonded are known as the merfolk. They have gillss like a fissh, and powerful tailss insstead of legss to sswim, and sscales which cover their bodiess. Long ago I sspoke with them when the nesst was closser to the sea.”

Hugh and the other adults were as fascinated by Wheet’s stories as the children. Most people knew almost nothing about dragons, since they normally avoided humans and, without a bond, could not communicate. The presence of Draman in Spiredale provided them with a unique opportunity to interact and learn from each other. The king, of course, was hoping some of the future Draman would serve the kingdom, both at the palace and in his army.

When the lesson concluded, Wheet joined many of the dragons outside who came to spend time with the children. Hugh led the boys and girls down through the cave’s connecting passage and finally out the main door of the tower. Though the air was cold, the skies were clear, allowing bright sunshine to keep the children reasonably comfortable. The dragons, who were warm from the inside out, ignored the weather and focused solely on the young ones.

In moments, each dragon attracted a small group of admirers, eager to ask questions, play “ride the tail”, or call for a demonstration of fire and smoke. Croft and Sabina were kept busy serving as translator for the dragons who wished to speak to specific children. Most of these were seeking blood bonds and wanted to become better acquainted with their chosen human. With Wheet’s permission, these dragons were allowed to take their child for a short ride near the valley, resulting in laughter and whoops of delight.

Fascinated by her winged neighbors, Juliana wandered from group to group, listening and observing as the orphans interacted with their guests. Just like people, each dragon was a unique individual with a distinct personality and appearance, and she enjoyed getting to know them better. Suddenly, the harsh sound of a rusty gate hinge announced the arrival of Scree and a passenger. As she landed, a familiar ragged cough caught Juliana’s attention, and she spotted Elenore dismounting.

The girl should not have been taken for a ride, or even be outside today. She’d been ill since arriving in Dramanshire: underfed, weak, and short of breath. The only reason she wasn’t currently abed was because the stubborn ten-year-old begged to be allowed to see “her” dragon. Scree was a beautiful female with crimson scales and a circular crown of thorns which framed her head. Unfortunately, she was also known to be fiercely independent, even for a dragon.

Juliana approached to usher Elenore inside before the cold air made her cough any worse. Scree warned her off with an ominous growl, blocking Elenore’s body with her massive tail. This was not going to be easy.

“Thee must come inside now, child. Thee are not yet strong enough to be so long in the cold.”

Rather than obey, Elenore’s eyes narrowed as she backed up against the dragon’s body.

“No! Scree is MY dragon and I want to bond with her!”

The only way to break the impasse was to talk some sense into Scree, and for that she needed one of the Draman. Sabina was busy interpreting for someone else so Juliana motioned Croft and Rueloo over. Once the problem was explained, Croft tried to reason with the headstrong dragon.

“Bonding with Elenore would be dangerous right now, Scree. She is weak and needs more time to rest and get better. Thee must wait.”

Scree snorted black smoke and pulled the girl closer.

“Why? You did not wait, nor did Sabina. Would you deny us our bond?”

Before speaking, Rueloo sent a silent message to Wheet on the other side of the valley, asking him to come.

“We do not deny your right, but bonding now could kill her. Is this your wish?”

Wheet landed nearby, listening to the conversation, yet Scree became more defiant.

“If we bond now, my blood will make her stronger. We will wait no more!”

Wheet’s angry rumbling got everyone’s attention, and he broadcast his words so all dragons in the valley could hear it.

“You will do as I have decreed! There will be no new bonds until the spring – or will you challenge me?”

Disobeying the NestMaster was considered a serious offense, resulting in expulsion from the nest or even a fight to the death. While Scree was impatient and sometimes reckless, even she was not prepared to cross him and lowered her head in obedience.

“I do not challenge, NestMaster.”

Scree moved her powerful tail out of the way to release the girl, yet Elenore clung to her dragon, crying pitifully. It took both Juliana and Thomas to loosen her grip on Scree’s leg and take her back to the warmth of the tower. Scree launched herself into the sky, her ear-piercing call ricocheting off the surrounding mountain peaks. While the others were distracted, Croft spoke to Wheet.

“We must keep them apart. Scree is… very determined to complete the bond.”

“They have learned their lesson. The bond’s call is powerful at this stage, and if Elenore were stronger, I might have allowed it. The two are well-matched; both headstrong and impatient.”

Croft was not convinced the trouble was over, but an idea came to him which might help Elenore and the others who were eager to bond.

END of part one. Look for part two next week!

Weekly Roundup – MY SCHOOL BUILDING (Another Blast From the Past)

Weekly Roundup is an update on what’s going on in my world. Welcome!

In my dusty old school folder I found a poem I had turned in for an assignment. It’s written in longhand cursive (does anybody even remember what that is?), and even though it received a grade of B+, was torn in half. For some reason I changed my mind about throwing it away and kept the awful thing. Though undated, the text itself tells me it must have been written in the 8th grade. Considering the subject matter, and the humorless nuns who filled the place, it was awful ballsy of me to turn it in!

 

MY SCHOOL BUILDING

Your rugged features are frightening,

You’re ugly as can be,

I hate your personality,

I think you’ve got it out for me.

I really think you’re ignorant,

And stony-faced and cold,

You always make me say “I can’t!”,

You’re impersonal and bold.

I’ve been with you for eight long years,

And hated you all the while,

Your sickening lunches psyche me out,

They look like garbage piles.

Yeah, yeah – I know it’s wretched poetry, but the sentiment still stands! I have very few good memories from my Catholic school days – which ended up being grades 1-12. My parents thought they were doing the right thing, and who knows? Perhaps attending a public school would have been even worse than my experience at St. Albert!

By the way, I got even with the blue-haired lunch ladies in my senior year. I did a spot-on impersonation of Roseanne Roseannadanna, who reported on the awful state of things in the cafeteria. It brought down the house. HA! My best comedy performance ever! I still believe the blue hair came from the toxic food fumes and not as a result of their rinse.

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Rise of the Draman, my fantasy dragon series, is coming along nicely. Both books one and two are now available on my blog, and book three DRAGON BONDS will be featured soon! I’m already working on the next story, which will be in two parts as books four and five. If I have the funds, I will then publish all five books in one volume. Depending on sales and interest, I may write another five stories with the MC as a teen.

The next project will be a new mixed-genre series of shorts under the working title of “Curiosity Shoppe”, and I am eager to get started! I have a boatload of cool story ideas to use and it will be difficult to choose which ones make the cut.

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To celebrate my birthday (WOO HOO!), I am taking time off to enjoy a three-day weekend. Most likely, I will use it for writing and other author-related tasks. I might even get some extra sleep! My older son is sending me a gift, my younger son took me to a cool animal park last weekend, and my best friend is taking me out to dinner on July 4th. If you want to help me celebrate, gifts of cash or chocolate are always welcome!

DRAGON VALLEY – Part 4

Today is the conclusion of Dragon Valley – Draman at Home, the second book in a series of fantasy novelettes you won’t find anywhere else!

Through his blood bond with a dragon, Croft becomes the first Draman – able to communicate directly with the mighty mountain beasts. Now, King Augustus wants to create a new home for orphans who may serve both the kingdom and the nest. As construction begins, Croft’s disturbing past threatens to undo their carefully laid plans. Will the grand experiment end before it even starts? Find out in Dragon Valley!

 

Dragon Valley by Alexander Elliott
First Edition Copyright © 2019
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without the written permission of the author. This includes any means whether electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system. UNAUTHORIZED REPRODUCTION OR DISTRIBUTION OF THIS COPYRIGHTED WORK IS ILLEGAL AND SUBJECT TO PUNISHMENT BY LAW.
For permissions and other inquiries, contact Alexander Elliott at aelliottbooks@gmail.com

 

Dragon Valley – Part 4

Chapter 9

When the group finally emerged from the tower, Rueloo scooped Croft up in her forelimbs, scented him thoroughly, and made sure he was all right. Also waiting for them was Cymbal, a large grass-green dragon who had been chosen to transport the monks to see Wheet. When this was explained, Simon blanched and dropped to his knees.

“O Lord deliver thy servant! Though I pass through the shadow of the valley of death, Thou art with me…”

A scream of terror cut him off in mid-sentence as Rueloo snatched him off the ground and dropped him on Cymbal’s back like a sack of grain. He keened miserably, hanging onto the horns at the base of the dragon’s neck as Hugh scrambled up behind him. Once Croft and Dane were aboard Rueloo, the dragons lifted into the air and headed for the NestMaster’s valley. While brother Hugh enjoyed the scenic view and thrill of his first flight, Simon never once opened his eyes, praying fervently while holding on for dear life.

As they neared Wheet’s home, Rueloo and Cymbal used their distinctive calls to alert the NestMaster of their arrival. Each of them landed gracefully and it was with some difficulty Simon was coaxed off the dragon’s back. Finally on solid ground, the terrified monk looked up to see Wheet towering over them, his black scales glimmering in the sun. As the largest dragon in the nest, it was not unusual for humans to respond with fear, awe, or respect. Speechless, Simon stood on shaking legs, mouth open in disbelief.

As was his practice, the powerful beast leaned down to scent his visitors, giving Hugh a grunt of satisfaction and Simon a ground-shaking growl. The terrified monk looked ready to faint as he began praying aloud for God’s protection. Wheet ignored Simon for the moment and turned to Croft.

“Why have these humans come to the nest?”

Croft moved to stand between Wheet and the monks, bowing in respect.

“The king sent them to look at the settlement before the children come.”

Wheet considered this for a moment and then leaned down to scent the boy.

“Your fear is strong. Tell me!”

Croft did not want to disobey, yet the monks were in danger if he told Wheet the truth. The decision was made for him when Rueloo revealed what Simon had done.

The enraged NestMaster roared, spouting flame and smoke into the air. The monks began to back away, sensing something was terribly wrong, even though they could not understand what the dragons were saying. Dane rushed to Croft’s side as Wheet gave his verdict.

“NO ONE harms the Draman! This human must die!”

Turning to Dane, Croft quickly explained.

“Wheet iss going to kill him, father! The king will not undersstand.”

With a grim smile, Dane turned towards Simon.

“Prepare to meet thy God, brother Simon. Thy sins have found thee out!”

The specter of death was simply too much for the monk to handle and his mind snapped. With terrified shouts he called down God’s wrath on the dragons and cursed Croft as a hell-born demon, doomed for all eternity. Sobbing, the boy clung to Dane as all the old memories and pain resurfaced, even as he pleaded with the agitated NestMaster.

“The king did not know! Please do not kill him!”

Like Rueloo, Wheet wanted nothing more than to permanently silence the screeching monk. Granting Croft’s request would still leave him with an unwelcome human in the nest – something he could not tolerate. Whether the king knew about Simon or not, the wretched man was no longer welcome. He quickly issued orders to Rueloo and Cymbal.

“Take him back to the king. If Simon ever returns to the nest, he will die. From now on, Croft must approve any other humans sent to the settlement. Leave me – now!”

Moments later, Dane and Croft were airborne with Rueloo. As soon as brother Hugh climbed on Cymbal’s back, they too, leapt into the air, leaving a blubbering, red-faced Simon alone with Wheet. Ready to meet his maker, the crazed monk used his final moments to hurling insults and curses at the NestMaster.

Without warning, Cymbal swooped back around and dove toward Simon, only to pluck him off the ground with a strangled scream and rise back into the sky. Whether due to fear or exhaustion, it took some time for the man to quiet down and stop wriggling in Echo’s confining grasp. After all, the NestMaster did not specify exactly how the monk was to be returned to the king, and his comfort was the least of Cymbal’s concerns.

 

Chapter 10

Warning trumpets sounded as two dragons and their riders were spotted approaching the palace. Though it interrupted his dinner, King Augustus rose quickly and went outside to greet his unexpected guests. The blue dragon must be Rueloo, and while he had seen the larger green beast before, he could not recall its name. That one carried not only a passenger, but someone else clutched limply in its hind legs. Both wore the distinctive brown robes of a monk. What could this mean?

Instead of landing in their usual place, the dragons flew past the castle toward the barn and stables. The green one dove towards the ground, released its robed burden and rose back into the sky to join Rueloo. Thoroughly confused, the king sent someone to search the area for the monk. Meanwhile, both dragons returned to the palace, landing on the soft grass to disgorge their riders. Croft and Dane were easily recognized, but the monk was unfamiliar to him. All three approached and bowed before Dane began the explanation.

“Forgive the intrusion, Thy Majesty. The NestMaster has a message for Thee, and he charged us with returning the monks sent to examine the new settlement.”

Puzzled, Augustus noticed Croft was not his usual cheerful self and clung to his father’s side. The monk’s eyes sparkled mischievously while the dragons seemed uneasy. It was time to get to the bottom of this mystery and he started with Hugh.

“I expected to see thee in the next day or two – on horseback. What has taken place? Where is thy companion?”

“I am brother Hugh, Thy Majesty. Brother Simon was banished from the Nest and returned to thee.”

“Returned? Where?”

Hugh looked to Dane, who chose to answer for him.

“Brother Simon was dropped in the manure pile, Thy Majesty. He was fortunate to have escaped with his life.”

The king’s confusion remained, now competing with curiosity. Whatever the tale, it proved to be interesting, and he invited his human guests to join him for the evening meal. Provision was also made for the dragons, who flew off to enjoy the feed animals and rest by the king’s private lake. Croft was quiet during dinner and both Augustus and Nelia took note of his somber mood. Something unpleasant happened at the settlement, and they were eager to replace Croft’s frown with his usual smile.

When the meal was over, Dane, Croft and brother Hugh met with the king in a comfortable antechamber near the throne room. Augustus grew angry as the story unfolded, asking all three for more information. He dealt gently with Croft, as the poor boy was hesitant to talk about what happened. The Abbot agreed to send qualified men to examine the new settlement, but in a cruel twist of fate, Simon was one of them. He would not have blamed Dane or the dragons for killing the foolish monk, though the problem of what to do with him remained.

Dane delivered the NestMaster’s message which was totally understandable under the circumstances. Giving Croft the final decision over who would work with the children might be more difficult than Wheet realized, yet the king was compelled to agree. Handled correctly, no one would ever know the choices were being approved by a young child and his dragon, rather than the king himself. From the start, this new orphanage was unique and some of the old rules simply did not apply.

Before his guests were settled for the night, Augustus took Croft aside privately to discuss the affair. Head down, the boy explained his upbringing among the monks at Saint Mark’s Abbey and his mistreatment at Simon’s hands. As he finished the tale, a servant interrupted with a report about Simon being extracted uninjured from the manure pile, cleaned up, and given a bed for the night. Alone once more, Augustus turned to ask Croft a serious question.

“I shall meet with the Abbot to discuss brother Simon. What would thee have me do?”

Though Croft had every reason to seek a harsh punishment, he surprised the king with a very reasonable suggestion.

“Thee has a good heart, child. I will see to Simon’s discipline, and thee never need fear him again. Now, we must discuss the NestMaster’s requirement that thee approve of the caretakers for the orphanage. Thee shall need someone to tend the animals and crops, as well as a cook and a teacher for thy book learning. What think thee?”

Croft surprised the king by asking for two specific people, one of whom may prove difficult to recruit. Time would tell, and Augustus promised to do all he could to grant Croft’s requests. Meanwhile, a number of candidates for cook and gardener had already been summoned to the palace.

“Tomorrow, thee and Rueloo shall speak with each of them and select whomever ye choose. The ceremony is less than a fortnight, and if all goes well, everything shall be settled by the time I arrive.”

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Seven days later

Watched over by the dragons, the orphans and two caretakers moved into the new settlement. With only a few days to go before the king arrived for the ceremony, everyone was kept busy putting away shipments of supplies, providing meals, and caring for the animals. Except for Croft and Sabina, the others were still getting used to their home in the Great Peak Mountains amid all the activity.

Though many people vied for the positions, Croft and Rueloo chose Thomas as their new gardener and Margery as the cook. Both young, hard-working and friendly, they quickly became attached to the children and comfortable around the dragons. Thomas, the fourth son of a land-owning baron, was the perfect choice to take on the job of planting and harvesting. Because it was already fall, most of his work would have to wait until next spring. Until then, nearly everything would be brought in from the king’s farms south of Orchid.

Margery, an orphan herself, came to them from Foxglove where she completed her apprenticeship at a busy Inn called The Old Bull. Her experience cooking and caring for the Inn’s guests was only exceeded by her smile and sense of humor. Not only was she in charge of the kitchen, pantry, and larder, she would also serve as the housekeeper.

Until the other two adult caretakers arrived, Thomas and the older boys helped Croft care for the animals. The oversized barn included a winter chicken coop, pens for the pigs and goats, and storage for feed and equipment. A large stone fireplace in the center would keep the animals warm during the harsh winter weather and prevent their water troughs from freezing.

While Croft’s new nest wasn’t quite as nice as the tower, he loved his home. The other children quickly discovered a narrow passage which connected the upper and lower caves, enabling them to visit Croft and his dragon family when they were able. Rueloo used the interaction with her offspring to teach them more about humans and their ways, while the orphans kept Croft and Sabina busy answering questions.

Almost a year had passed since the other orphans arrived in Orchid, yet only now were they all able to live together. Croft smiled a great deal since their arrival in the valley, grateful to the king for providing such a wonderful place for them to live. The other dragons were curious about the human hatchlings, watching from the air or landing in the valley to observe first-hand. Several were repeat visitors, and Rueloo told him they were seeking blood bonds with the children.

This, of course, was one of the reasons for placing the orphanage here – to encourage more Draman who would, perhaps, serve the king in the future. While the valley could only hold a limited number of orphans, there was certainly room for many more. Croft could imagine their valley home bustling with activity and looked forward to teaching the others what it meant to become Draman.

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Ceremony day

Croft looked up as Rueloo circled overhead, alerting him with her call.

“Prepare, little one. The king draws near.”

Croft left the barnyard in a hurry, ran across the wide wooden bridge, and headed for the tower. More dragons arrived, perching on the lowest peaks which surrounded the valley. He and the others had worked hard to get everything ready, and now it was almost time! Once through the heavy door, Croft zipped across the floor to the kitchen. He found Margery handing out last-minute assignments to her helpers, apron covered with flour and hair disheveled.

“Margery! Rueloo ssayss the king iss near!”

She looked up with a smile and told him to wait while she finished giving instructions. When everyone else had scattered, she came closer to inspect the boy. A deep sniff and a frown warned him she did not approve.

“Sweet child! Thee are filthy and smell of goat dung! Thee cannot meet the king, or thy father, straight from the barn. Up to thy nest and fetch something clean while I get thee warm water for a scrub. Hurry now!”

Croft returned quickly and stripped to allow Margery to wash him down. Despite the warm water, he shivered in the chilly cavern behind the kitchen while she scrubbed off the grime and sweat. She ran a rough dry cloth over hair and body before helping him re-dress in his clean clothes. With a step back, she inspected him once again.

“Better! Now, gather everyone together outside, and I will join thee in a moment. I look as if I rolled in the batter bowl!”

Croft grinned as he hurried outside to make sure everyone was present. Thomas was already waiting with the children and Sabina arrived on Echo as Margery emerged from the tower. As a group, they walked the short distance from the house to the circular terminus of the road and stood quietly to wait. Rueloo made one more pass overhead and then landed to stand next to Echo and behind the group of humans.

As requested, Wheet was in attendance, perched on the jagged peaks behind the tower, where he could see and hear everything. He would be able to understand what the king said through Rueloo, who stood ready to translate for the NestMaster. The bright red tunics of the palace guard came into view as their horses kept pace with the slowly-moving royal carriage. It contained not only the king, but the entire royal family. It was rare for the king to be seen outside of Rose, and almost unheard of for the Queen and their children to go anywhere.

The opening of an orphanage within dragon territory was an historic occasion, however, and Augustus wanted his family to witness the event. As the procession neared, the soldiers moved to either side of the road, forming a protective barrier through which the king’s carriage passed until it came to rest at the circular terminus. Directly behind it was another, plain carriage, but it was impossible to see who might be inside.

Bringing up the rear were Dane and a contingent of soldiers from Orchid, all dressed in their finest uniforms. When the procession finally stopped, Dane dismounted and opened the front carriage’s door. Dressed more comfortably than usual, the king stepped down onto the pavement. In short order, the lovely Queen Nelia was handed out, followed by Prince Jahn and Princess Lillain.

Before a word was spoken, Wheet’s bird-like call echoed through the valley, followed by the calls of every single dragon in attendance. The noise was deafening, and the king looked up at Wheet, raising an open hand in greeting. Wheet lifted his snout into the air and spewed forth a bright, hot column of fire, causing a mix of smiles and frowns among the humans. When all was once again quiet, Augustus and his family approached the new residents of the valley who had assembled to meet him.

Croft stepped forward and bowed, prompting Thomas, Margery, and the other children to follow suit. With a nod from the king, Dane walked back to the second carriage to open the door. Before anyone stepped out, the king spoke.

“I have a pleasant surprise for thee, Croft.”

At that moment, a tall, slim figure stepped down from the carriage. The face was familiar, but he was used to seeing the man dressed in a simple brown robe, rather than a tunic and hose. Croft gasped as the kind man dropped to one knee before him.

“Brother Hugh? I hoped thee would come, but…”

Hugh smiled widely as he explained.

“His Majesty is most persuasive, and when he said thee requested me as thy teacher, I could not deny him. I have left the Abbey, Croft, and am no longer a brother. The good Lord has given me another task and I am eager to join thee here.”

Croft looked up at the king who had a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“I believe thee made two requests, did thee not?”

Out of the carriage came two small children, followed by a man and woman he knew very well indeed!

Unable to remain where he was, Croft darted around the adults and threw himself into Edward’s arms. Olive was also given a hug, though she was somewhat flustered by Croft’s appearance. The two children, a boy and a girl, hid shyly behind their mother, unsure what to think of the strange dragon child before them.

“Thee came! I have misssed thee, and sso much hass happened!”

Croft looked at Dane, who was chuckling at the boy’s enthusiasm.

“I know thee are happy, son, but the king is waiting.”

Croft turned back to bow again before Augustus, tears of joy in his eyes.

“Thank Thee, Majessty. Thou hasst made me very happy!”

The king merely smiled and launched into a speech to mark the occasion. In it, he named the settlement Dramanshire, and the new road leading to it, Dragon’s Road. He also spoke about the future and working together with the dragons to keep the kingdom safe. Praise was heaped upon the builders who labored to transform the valley into a new home, and he ended his remarks by requesting a tour. Croft, Rueloo and Dane led the royal family through the valley to inspect the buildings while Edward moved into the stone cottage, and Hugh was shown to his own room on the third floor of the tower.

When the tour was completed it was time for the meal to be served. Like all the others, Croft had work to do before sitting down between the king and Dane. The food was delicious and the tables full of laughter and conversation. Afterwards, as was his custom, the king took a walk with Croft and Rueloo so they could speak privately.

“I was glad to hear thee and Rueloo are comfortable in thy new nest. I am most pleased with what has been done here and commend thee for thy hard work. The queen has made known her desire for a summer house in this part of the kingdom. I have decided Snapdragon shall be built where the King’s Highway meets Dragon Road.”

The idea excited Croft and he looked forward to having the king next door on occasion. Augustus continued, though on a more somber note.

“Thee should know what has become of brother Simon. His encounter with the dragons has left his mind addled, and the Abbot has removed him from his position. He has taken a vow of silence and seclusion and will never be allowed to work with the children again. Does this seem fair punishment to thee?”

Croft remained silent for a few moments, confused by both satisfaction and sadness at the same time.

“Yess, Thy Majesty. I… I do not know how to thank thee.”

The king smiled, laying a hand on Croft’s curly head.

“No need, child, but now that thee ask, I have two requests. First, Dramanshire is ready for many more orphans, yet thee and Rueloo would know best who belongs here. Would ye be willing to search the kingdom on my behalf?”

After some discussion with Rueloo, the pair agreed to meet with as many orphans as they could reach before winter. This pleased the king, who promised to appoint someone from the royal court to arrange for food, lodging, and transportation for the orphans. Despite the amount of travel involved, Croft was eager to meet other children and start filling the large house with new friends. Rueloo was confident that dragons hoping for a blood bond would welcome an influx of new humans to the valley.

As they turned back towards the tower, Croft asked the king about his second request. Red faced and uncertain, Augustus stopped walking and bent low to whisper it to Croft. Eyes and smile wide, the young Draman reached for the king’s hand.

“Yess, Thy Majessty! Sshall we go?”

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Amid shocked expressions, dire warnings, and pleas for him to change his mind, the king of Spiredale, along with Croft, rose into the clear autumn sky on Rueloo’s back. While the orphans cheered and waved, the queen, of course, fainted dead away. In an astonishing breech of protocol and common sense, Augustus whooped with delight as they circled the small valley and headed deeper into the mountains. If this was his only chance to ride a dragon, he was going to enjoy it while he had the chance.

At Wheet’s direction, Echo and several of the other dragons followed along, forming a protective bubble around the human monarch. Rueloo rose high enough to give Augustus a good look at his kingdom, then dove down to show off portions of the mountain range few humans would ever see. Lastly, they passed over Orchid, the crossroads, and finally back to Dramanshire where the king’s retinue waited anxiously.

Rueloo landed near the tower, lowering herself to the ground so her riders could dismount. Despite shaky legs, the king turned to stroke the smooth scales on the blue dragon’s neck. She rumbled with laughter, even as Augustus swept Croft into a hug.

“I have long desired to ride a dragon, and thee has my thanks. I could almost wish to be bonded myself!”

Croft looked confused for a moment and then grinned.

“Where would thy dragon live, Thy Majessty? The palace iss too ssmall!”

Augustus laughed heartily, along with the crowd of onlookers.

“Well said, my young Draman. I shall have to correct the oversight. Remember now, thee will be expected at the palace when thy travels bring thee to Rose.”

With the festivities over, the king met briefly with Thomas, Margery, Edward, and Hugh before taking his leave.

“Tis a wonderful new home we have built here for thy charges. Fail not to care for them or the dragons, for they are the future of Spiredale. If anything is lacking, ye have only to ask.”

With a final farewell to the children, Wheet, and Rueloo, the king’s company left Dramanshire to start their journey home.

 

Epilogue

Croft awakened slowly, only distantly aware of the howling wind outside their cozy nest. With Dane’s clever gift hanging over the opening to their cavern, the large space was much warmer than it would have been otherwise. His father had commissioned the leather workers to construct a huge curtain made of wide leather strips and hung it across the entrance on a large heavy timber. Not only did it keep the bitter winds at bay, it also provided Croft’s family with a little more privacy.

Unwilling to wake the dragonlets, he remained quiet, basking in the shared warmth of Rueloo’s body while he thought about their recent adventure. They had returned home only yesterday, exhausted, barely one step ahead of winter’s first big storm. Weeks of travel enabled them to reach many of the kingdom’s orphans, but there simply wasn’t enough time for he and Rueloo to visit every berg, village and town in Spiredale. The rest would have to wait until spring.

They began in the east, visiting Poppy, Anemone, Crocus, and all the smaller villages in between. The largest concentration of girls was to be found at the convent in Poppy, while the boys were cared for at the Abbey. Though the Abbot was most helpful, Croft was uncomfortable returning there, afraid of encountering Simon. Instead, the visit was both pleasant and fruitful, enabling him to see old friends and tell them about his new life and home.

With a fire breathing dragon by his side and a copy of the king’s proclamation, Croft was welcomed at each stop. The orphans were brought to see him and Rueloo, and they explained why Dramanshire was different and what life there would be like. Each child had a chance to speak to them privately, ask questions, and interact with a real dragon.

Those who were comfortable around Rueloo and showed interest were sent to Dramanshire for a visit to see if it suited them. They were assigned a bed, given chores, and began their lessons with Hugh. Each received the same promise to be returned to their old home if they were not happy. So far, not a single orphan wanted to leave and the large tower was beginning to fill up.

With the arrival of so many new children, Croft was not surprised to see more dragon visitors to the valley. Some became interested in their chosen human within moments, while others quietly observed and consulted with Rueloo and Echo. Since the blood bond itself was permanent, both Wheet and the caretakers urged caution and patience. Such an important decision should not be rushed and children must understand how their lives would be forever changed before they agreed to a bond.

Very little was known about caring for Draman, especially while going through the fever and physical changes Croft and Sabina had experienced. Wheet’s memories were very old and did not include the details humans wanted to know. The danger was real, and he urged Croft to seek out a healer for the orphanage. They would need someone experienced with humans, but who would also learn the specific needs of the Draman among them. The king heartily agreed with the idea and brought several candidates to the palace so Croft and Rueloo could help choose.

Upon their return from Rose yesterday, they brought the settlement’s new healer with them. Juliana grew up and practiced in Wort, trained by her own father, and was keenly interested in all things dragon. The children warmed to her immediately, drawn by her quiet, gentle ways and easy smile. She also caught the attention of a certain former monk, who blushed hotly whenever she looked at him. Croft’s memory of their introduction finally roused Rueloo from sleep and she laughed quietly.

“Will Hugh mate with Juliana?”

Croft’s interest in such things was completely academic, yet he liked both of them and certainly wanted them to be happy.

“Humans do not take mates the way dragons do. They could get married, but Hugh is very shy and they just met.”

Moments later, the dragonlets were awake and Rueloo took them in search of prey, despite the wind and snow. Croft went down to the great hall to help with morning chores, which was followed by breakfast. Everyone was there except for Edward and his family, who ate most of their meals in the cottage. Instead of joining Thomas or the women, Hugh sat next to Croft. Between bites, Croft leaned over to whisper a question to his new teacher.

“Rueloo wantss to know – will thee marry Juliana?”

Hugh’s face turned red and he stopped eating.

“I see I shall have to instruct the dragons about…such things. Why would Rueloo think…”

“Becausse Juliana likess thee. Sshe is very pretty.”

Hugh said nothing, glancing over at the newest arrival in Dramanshire. When she noticed his attention, he quickly looked down at his bowl and smiled.

“Yes, Croft. She is.”

The End

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DRAGON VALLEY – Part 3

Dragon Valley – Draman at Home is the second book in a series of fantasy novelettes. Today’s installment picks up where we left off last week (read it HERE). This FREE serialized story won’t be found anywhere else, and you get to see it first!

If you are new to the series, you will need to read Dragon Child to understand the backstory: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.

Through his blood bond with a dragon, Croft becomes the first Draman – able to communicate directly with the mighty mountain beasts. Now, King Augustus wants to create a new home for orphans who may serve both the kingdom and the nest. As construction begins, Croft’s disturbing past threatens to undo their carefully laid plans. Will the grand experiment end before it even starts? Find out in Dragon Valley!

 

Dragon Valley by Alexander Elliott
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DRAGON VALLEY – PART 3

 

Chapter 6

Present day

As the weeks passed, Croft and Rueloo continued their Sunday visits to Orchid. Sometimes, they were accompanied by Echo and Sabina, who also missed the other children. They would meet in the gifting valley where there was plenty of room to run and play. The orphans wanted to know what was happening with their new home and what it would be like to live there. Croft told them stories about the buildings and drew a likeness of the valley in the dirt so they could “see” where everything was located.

When their curiosity was satisfied, the children pelted Rueloo and Echo with dragon questions.

“Will the dragonlets be blue?” Perhaps, but not until they are older.

“Do thy scales come off?” If we are injured. New ones will grow.

“Why are Echo’s eyes green?” All male dragons have green eyes.

“Does the fire go out when thee drinks?” No. It comes from another place.

When it was time to eat, the dragons would fly off to find prey while the children returned to the barracks for their meal. Unless his duties interfered, Dane joined Croft, Sabina, and the children while they ate. Sometimes, he and Croft would enjoy a private dinner in his quarters so they could talk without interruption or discuss the king’s business. Dane’s love for the Draman boy was well known in the village, and as time went on he became something of an expert regarding dragons and their ways.

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By early fall, construction was completed on both the new settlement and the road leading into it. To celebrate the achievement, Dane helped Croft arrange something special for the workers before they returned home. Along with a sumptuous meal, a minstrel, jester, and juggler entertained the men, while the dragons danced in the air above their heads. As a final parting gift, each man was given a sizable nugget of gold to take with them.

In a fortnight, the official opening of the settlement would take place, with the king himself in attendance. Until then, two important events kept Croft both busy and worried: preparation of he and Rueloo’s new home, and the imminent arrival of the monks. The other orphans would not be moving in until the king sent adults to care for them, but it did not prevent Croft and Rueloo from preparing their new nest in the valley. Staying busy helped Croft worry a little bit less about what the monks were going to do, even as he dreaded coming face to face with his past.

While Echo and Sabina decided to keep their present nest deeper in the mountains, they were glad to help their friends prepare the caves. Loose rock was removed, the floor swept clean, and places for the fire pits located. One of the smaller side passages was filled with numerous loads of firewood, keeping it dry and accessible at all times. Meanwhile, Dane notified the king of Croft’s intention to live at the settlement with Rueloo and her dragonlets. Shortly afterwards, he received a considerable sum from the monarch with orders to make their new home as comfortable as possible.

The day after the workers departed, Croft was astonished by the arrival of two large wagons, packed with furnishings and led by a smiling Dane on horseback.

“A gift from His Majesty for master Croft’s new home, and I have orders to supply anything else needed. Thee may be living in a cavern, but the king is determined that thee lack for nothing.”

Rueloo brought the gifts up to the cave opening, where Dane and Croft unpacked large storage chests filled with cooking implements, wool blankets, a chamber pot, water buckets, clothes and boots for Croft, oil lamps and candles, along with other items. Also included was a small table, two chairs, and a sturdy pallet with a down-filled mattress. In the final crate, Croft found weapons for self-defense, including a finely crafted knife with a leather sheath, a sharp sword, and a bow, quiver, and arrows. Dane explained.

“I believe the king intends for thee to learn their use as part of thy schooling. There will be times when thee and Rueloo are parted, and His Majesty would not have thee unable to defend thyself.”

Dane helped Croft arrange the items and furniture near the wall and out of the dragon’s way. While Rueloo was amused, Croft was grateful for the king’s generosity.

“Pleasse give the king my thankss, father. He iss very kind.”

While the nest was now much more comfortable for Croft, Dane noted the high ceilings and wide opening into the chamber. It would be brutally cold here in the winter, even with a fire and group of hot-blooded dragons. He would have to think on it, for there must be some way to prevent freezing drafts from blowing through. Fortunately, he had several months before the coldest weather arrived to come up with a solution.

Rueloo brought Dane and Croft back down to the waiting wagons so they could say farewell. Dane hugged his son, ruffling curly hair as he always did. Before mounting his horse, he shared a piece of news Croft would not welcome.

“I received word the monks will arrive two days hence. Have no fear, son, as I will not leave thee during their visit.”

Croft waved as the visitors started down the paved road on their way back to Orchid. His stomach tightened as thoughts of the Abbey spoiled his mood and made him uneasy. He wished someone else could meet with them, yet it was his responsibility and the king counted on him to represent the orphans and their dragon hosts. Sharing his thoughts with Rueloo, she tried to comfort him.

“We are blood-bonded and I will protect you. Fear not, little one.”

While he took some comfort in the idea, His Majesty would not be amused if the monks were harmed. There was nothing he could do except worry, and now was a good time to start.

 

Chapter 7

It was hard work moving gold from the old nest to their new home. Croft filled pouch after pouch which Rueloo gripped in her sharp talons for the short flight. With a few more trips the job would be complete, but their progress was interrupted by the arrival of the monks. From the air, Croft recognized his father leading two hooded, brown-robed riders. From this distance it was impossible to determine who the Abbey might have sent. His stomach lurched nervously as Rueloo brought them in for a landing at the cave opening to drop off their burden.

She took flight again and purposely circled above the riders, bellowing her distinct musical call. Croft smiled when he realized she was demonstrating both her power and the special relationship to her rider. The dragons cared little for man’s religion or position, and they demanded respect for their own, which included Croft. Pushed too far, Rueloo would not hesitate to kill if she believed he were in danger. Croft got the message and finally relaxed, realizing there was nothing to fear with his father and a powerful dragon to protect him. He could do this.

Rueloo landed on the stone courtyard which extended from the tower in three directions, eventually meeting the terminus of the road in a large circle. The horses were skittish this close to a dragon, and Croft remained on Rueloo’s back as his father and the monks dismounted and approached. One was tall and slim while the other short and fat; faces hidden within the folds of their hoods. Dane broke the silence with an introduction.

“At the king’s request, these men have come all the way from Saint Mark’s Abbey in Crocus to see the new orphanage. Brothers Hugh and Simon, this is Croft – the first Draman, and his dragon, Rueloo.”

Croft whimpered at the mention of Simon’s name, wishing the king had sent someone, anyone, else. Rueloo growled ominously as both monks pulled back their hoods to get a better look and gasped. Brother Hugh seemed less surprised and actually smiled at Croft, while Simon frowned, crossed himself, and took a step backwards while muttering a prayer in Latin. Dane quickly realized who Simon was and reached for his sword reflexively.

The child reassured him with a quick shake of his head and patted Rueloo’s neck so she would allow him to dismount. Belying his fear, Croft drew near with head held high, hoping no one would notice he was shaking. When he stopped, brother Hugh dropped to one knee and looked Croft over from head to toe. Still smiling, he finally spoke.

“Thee has changed much since last we spoke, and I have missed thee.”

Croft cocked his head, a curious expression on his reptilian face.

“Thee were alwayss kind to me, brother Hugh. Doess my appearance not frighten thee?”

The young monk shook his head.

“God works in mysterious ways. It is not mine to question what the good Lord has allowed. Are thee…happy here with the dragons?”

Croft smiled and lifted a hand to rest on Rueloo’s snout, drawing strength from her closeness. From the corner of his eye he could see Simon was extremely uncomfortable in her presence.

“Yess. Rueloo cares for me, and ssoon I will have the other children to keep me company. God hass given me what I assked for.”

A sound of disgust came from Simon, though he said nothing, and Croft continued to ignore him. Brother Hugh gave his companion an irritated glance before responding.

“Then I rejoice with thee. Edward was very sad when thee disappeared. After the battle with Thorn, the minstrels and bards spoke of thy deeds, and it was he who told me what became of thee. Saving the kingdom is quite a feat for one so young!”

Croft’s eyes widened in interest when he heard his friend’s name.

“Iss Edward well? I did not mean to worry him sso.”

“He is quite well. He and Olive wish me to remind thee of their love and are very proud of thee.”

Unused to holding his tongue for so long, Simon finally interjected himself into the conversation, scolding Croft.

“Thee should have remained at the Abbey where thee belonged. Was it God’s will for thee to leave thy friend to do all the work?”

Simon’s word and tone of voice caused Dane to shift uncomfortably and glare at the monk. Rueloo growled, wisps of smoke leaking from her nostrils. Knowing he was safe gave Croft an unfamiliar measure of boldness, and he turned to look Simon in the eye.

“I only wanted to work with the animalss and would sstill be at the Abbey if thee had not planned to ssend me away.”

Simon’s face turned red as the child dared to rebuke him.

“What lie is this? Thy tongue shall surely lead thee into the pits of hell!”

“I do not lie! Thou told the Prior I would apprentiss with a blackssmith insstead of with Edward.”

Simon forgot who was listening as his fat face twisted with anger.

“Thou art an ungrateful wretch! Thee have much yet to learn lest thy soul wither before a Holy God! Did thee learn nothing while among us?”

Rueloo’s mouth was open, showing razor sharp teeth even as her tail flicked back and forth. Dane, too, had unsheathed his sword and moved closer to the clueless monk. Even brother Hugh could see the danger Simon was in and prepared to say something. Croft beat him to it – angry now, rather than afraid.

“Yess. I learned to go hungry. I learned to hurt when thou beat me. I learned to be afraid. Thee taught me all of thosse thingss!”

Before Rueloo could act, Dane stepped between Simon and his son and placed the tip of his sword against Simon’s protruding stomach. Shock and fear prevented the foolish man from uttering another word.

“If thou were not a man of God, I would run thee through where thee stand! Thee would do well to remember Croft is the representative of His Majesty, King Augustus and Wheet, the NestMaster of the dragons. He shall be treated with respect, or thy blood will surely stain the ground!”

Simon, unused to being corrected by anyone, glanced at Rueloo who was now hovering protectively over Croft and then down at the sword point poking his ample belly. Sweating and pale, he swallowed several times trying to form words. Brother Hugh, wide-eyed with delight, placed a hand over his mouth to hide a smile.

“I… forgive my words, master Croft. I was unaware of thy position. If it please thee, I shall not speak of these events again. Brother Hugh and I are, of course, at thy service.”

Dane stepped back and sheathed his weapon, giving Rueloo the opportunity to envelope the chastened monk in a thick cloud of smoke. What she really wanted to do was turn him into a pile of ash, but Croft silently convinced her not to hurt him – yet. Before the day was over, that might change.

 

Chapter 8

Between Dane and Rueloo, Croft was never left alone with the monks as they looked over the property. The protective blue dragon either walked along side or flew overhead so she could keep an eye on brother Simon. He was obviously afraid of her, cringing every time she made a noise, looked in his direction, or flew too close. Though most of his muttered prayers were unintelligible, Dane overheard him refer to her as the “Devil’s spawn” and a “demon beast”.

Brother Hugh, on the other hand, enjoyed his tour of the valley, remarking on its beauty, source of fresh water and the sturdy buildings erected by the king’s workers. He asked thoughtful questions of Croft and Dane, comparing life here to the Abbey. Brother Simon was not so generous, finding fault with nearly everything and insisting the orphans would not have sufficient oversight or training in such a remote location. It was already obvious what type of report he was planning for the king.

With a mountain-fed stream dividing the valley down the middle, two sturdy wooden bridges were built to enable people, wagons, or animals to cross without getting wet or muddy. The east side was primarily for human use, containing space for gardens, crops, the orphan tower, and the terminus of the new road. Fed by the stream, a small lake capped the northern end of the valley, providing plenty of water for plants and livestock.

The west side of the valley was reserved for the animals, barn, chicken coop, pastures, and a stone cottage for the caretakers. This area was of particular interest to Simon, and very little met with his approval. He was especially displeased with the caretakers home, scoffing at the trouble and expense wasted on people who could have lived in the oversized barn. Dane finally had enough of Simon’s complaints.

“The king was most eager to provide comfortable homes for those who will be living here. Shall I inform his Royal Majesty that thee disapprove of his plans for the settlement?”

Brother Hugh stifled a laugh as Simon cleared his throat nervously.

“Trouble not thyself, Captain. The king requires a thorough investigation of the new orphans home. Rest assured I shall withhold none of my concerns.”

Dane declined to respond, convinced his report would have nothing good to say. He could only hope the king would see Simon’s “concerns” for what they really were and ignore the petulant monk.

The group made their way towards the tower, ready to inspect the impressive structure. Daily life and schooling fell under brother Hugh’s oversight, and both Dane and Croft were eager to see what he thought of the new house. When they reached it, Rueloo moved quickly to block the entrance with her body, smoke billowing from between razor sharp teeth. Unable to watch over Croft while they were inside made the dragon extremely uneasy, and she locked Simon in her yellow-eyed gaze as her spiked tail thrashed like an angry serpent.

Leaving the others behind, Croft approached to calm her, stroking the rough/smooth scales of her neck and chest.

“Fear not, Rueloo. My father will protect me, and brother Hugh is very kind.”

 “Do not tarry, little one. Simon will die if you are harmed.”

Reluctantly, Rueloo stepped aside to let them pass. Simon quickly darted inside, muttering prayers and clutching the cross around his neck. Brother Hugh paused at the threshold and gave the dragon a courteous nod before entering the tower. Croft led them a short way into the Great Hall and the monks turned full circle to get their first look at the place. A wide stairway, just inside the entryway, led up to the other floors. The large open room featured a huge fireplace, tables for meals, and a smooth stone floor. Opposite the Hall was a small library, three classrooms, and a kitchen in the back corner.

At the far end of the Great Hall, a large tapestry covered an opening into the natural caves. Dane handed lit torches to Croft and the monks so they could inspected the cool dark spaces, intended for storage or even overnight guests. Eventually they came to the natural spring which spilled into a large open basin, overflowing beneath their feet into the rock. This area would also serve as a food pantry and larder for the meat, easily reached through another opening in the back wall of the kitchen.

Brother Hugh was very impressed with this level of the tower, indicating his pleasure time and again with the quality of the rooms and the amount of space dedicated to learning. Wide-eyed and green with envy, Simon managed only a sarcastic observation.

“If only the rest of the kingdom’s children could be raised in such splendor!”

Hugh only frowned at him and asked Croft to see the rest of the tower. On the second floor, the stairs led to a narrow hall which divided the space in half. On the mountain side were numerous small bedrooms for the adult women, while the other side contained a large open room lined with beds for the girls. The third floor was reserved for the men and boys with the same configuration. Each of the dormitories contained a large fireplace and both floors boasted a chamber pot tucked into an alcove under the stairs.

As the group descended to the first floor, brother Hugh was full of praise.

“His Royal Majesty has been most generous! I believe the children will be well-served and comfortable here. I shall make recommendations regarding the curriculum for their education, and thee shall need an experienced instructor and the proper books. There is no time to waste if ye are to begin before the winter.”

End of part three. Continue reading HERE for the conclusion of DRAGON VALLEY!

 

DRAGON VALLEY – Part 2

Dragon Valley – Draman at Home is the second book in a series of fantasy novelettes. Today’s installment picks up where we left off last week (read it HERE). This FREE serialized story won’t be found anywhere else, and you get to see it first!

If you are new to the series, you will need to read Dragon Child to understand the backstory: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.

Through his blood bond with a dragon, Croft becomes the first Draman – able to communicate directly with the mighty mountain beasts. Now, King Augustus wants to create a new home for orphans who may serve both the kingdom and the nest. As construction begins, Croft’s disturbing past threatens to undo their carefully laid plans. Will the grand experiment end before it even starts? Find out in Dragon Valley!

 

Dragon Valley by Alexander Elliott
First Edition, Copyright © 2019
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without the written permission of the author. This includes any means whether electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system. UNAUTHORIZED REPRODUCTION OR DISTRIBUTION OF THIS COPYRIGHTED WORK IS ILLEGAL AND SUBJECT TO PUNISHMENT BY LAW.
For permissions and other inquiries, contact Alexander Elliott at aelliottbooks@gmail.com

 

DRAGON VALLEY – PART 2

 

Chapter 3

The next day

Croft’s visit to the palace set a frenzy of activity in motion. While the king was pleased with the dragons’ choice for a new orphan home, he resisted Wheet’s terms. After consideration, he was forced to accept the rules after his advisers reminded him the settlement was being built in dragon territory and therefore not under his authority.

With the main details settled, Augustus sent additional soldiers to Orchid as promised earlier, along with large herds of goats, sheep, and pigs. South of the village, new royal farms and pastures were established to accommodate the increase, which also spurred the building of additional homes and businesses. Sleepy little Orchid was bursting at the seams, well on its way to becoming a town and the largest settlement in the southwest region of the kingdom.

The operations at Wort were also awarded additional miners to increase the fresh gold supply. With the spent gold being returned to the kingdom, all of the newly mined metal went to the dragons. This arrangement not only benefitted the nest, it kept the kingdom’s coffers full to overflowing. Eager to keep the dragons happy, and provide for the Draman who would eventually serve him, the king used the influx of spent gold to finance a comfortable new settlement.

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April, one month later

The king’s highway, running north/south from Wort to Orchid was little more than a wide bald patch through the countryside. Its often-muddy, always-dusty, deeply rutted surface remained the fastest way to go, yet its use was fraught with difficulty no matter how one chose to travel. Given the importance of reaching Orchid with shipments of gold and animals for the dragons, the king decided to make significant improvements to the highway while the road to the new orphanage was being built.

Since it would normally be the only way to reach the settlement, the new road was to be paved with flat stones and given proper drainage. Starting three miles north of Orchid and running directly west into the mountains, it would prove to be the most expensive and durable road ever built in Spiredale. Unfortunately, it would take the workers until the fall to complete it – leaving no way to move building supplies and workers into the valley for the settlement.

Once more, the dragons solved the king’s dilemma by agreeing to transport the supplies by air. Enormous nets made from heavy ropes were filled and carried in the dragon’s strong talons from the highway to the valley. Everything from tools, timber, and stone, to tents, food, and nervous builders. The system worked well, and with the dragons doing the heavy lifting, they made faster progress than would normally have been possible.

Croft stayed busy each day running errands, directing the dragons, and helping out wherever he could. The builders soon grew used to the odd dragon-child, and though no one was unkind, some were clearly uncomfortable around him. The Draman were something new and different, and Dane warned him it would take time for people to accept him and Sabina. Fortunately, they enjoyed the full support of the nest and the king – powerful allies few would be foolish enough to irritate.

With the long day coming to a close, Croft was both tired and hungry. Hauling water was his least favorite task but the men appreciated a cool drink from the spring which had been found in one of the caves. As he filled the last bucket, Croft sensed Rueloo’s approach and scurried outside to see her arrive with a large net full of wood for the cook fires.

Careful to avoid injuring anyone, she dropped her burden on the grass and rose back into the air to land nearby. Dodging the workers and piles of stone, Croft reached Rueloo as fast as his little legs would carry him. She lowered her head, and he reached up to stroke the smooth, warm scales on her neck. With little time to spend together these days, he missed the leisurely hours they used to enjoy.

Climbing up on her shoulders to get a better view, he surveyed the valley and took a good look at the orphans new home. It was exciting to see the building take shape, though it was to be a tower with three floors, rather than a traditional house. Croft was told it would have real glass windows, vents for fresh air, and thick walls made from mountain stone to keep the interior comfortable. At Rueloo’s suggestion, the caves became part of the tower’s ground floor, providing extra space and preventing unwanted wildlife from moving in.

Rueloo interrupted Croft’s quiet contemplation.

“I have something to show you, little one.”

Croft gripped the small, blunt horns at the base of her neck as she leapt into the air and headed for a large natural opening in the mountain face. It was above and to the right of the tower and Croft assumed it led to more caves. Rueloo landed on a wide shelf of rock and folded her wings before stepping inside. The high ceilings enabled them to investigate several dragon-sized chambers until they reached one with a relatively level floor and a small opening high above which would both allow in the light and vent smoke.

It was the perfect place for a nest and Croft was delighted.

“I love it, Rueloo! Could we stay here when we visit?”

The dragon’s rumble of laughter shook the cavern.

“We would not need to visit if this were our new home.”

“Move here? But we would have to leave thy nest. Why…”

“For you, Croft. You will be happier near the other humans and my little ones will learn their ways. Would that please you?”

Croft leaned down to hug her neck, tears of joy shimmering in his eyes.

“Oh, yes! Thank thee, Rueloo! Can we move now?”

Rueloo laughed once more at his eagerness.

“Not today, little one. When the human house is ready, we will come.”

Rueloo left the cavern, heading deeper into the mountains as the sun began to set. While she and Croft were working in the valley, the dragonlets spent their time hunting and exploring with Echo and Sabina. Hearing their dam’s musical call, the four rose into the air to meet her and return to their nest for the night. After they ate and settled down, the beautiful blue dragon realized she would miss this special place. More important, as long as she had Croft and the hatchlings with her, any place would be home.

 

Chapter 4

Crocus, seven years ago

Located along Spiredale’s southeastern border, the town of Crocus was noted for two things: the manor house of Lord Richard and the Saint Mark Abbey. Most of its citizens were peasant farmers, working the surrounding lands year after year with little to show for their labor. Among them were two recently wed couples who forged a friendship with their neighbors, sharing the same burden of long days and hard work.

While Walter labored in Lord Richard’s fields, his wife, Isabella, tended the chickens, prepared their food, and made candles which she sold in the market. Next door, Olive did much the same while her husband, Edward, was paid by the Abbey to tend their livestock. To their delight, both women found themselves with child before long, and were due to deliver at the same time. The women grew close as the day approached, ready at any moment to send for the midwife.

As it happened, Olive gave birth to a little girl shortly before Isabella delivered a healthy curly-headed boy they named Croft. Three days later, tragedy struck both families. Olive’s baby died unexpectedly in the night while both Walter and Isabella succumbed to a fever – somehow sparing little Croft. While dealing with her own loss, Olive took Croft home to nurse while plans were made regarding his future. Since the church was responsible for most orphans, it was decided he would remain with Olive and Edward until he was weaned. Afterwards, Croft would become the responsibility of the monks.

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Saint Mark Abbey, six years later

Edward watched fondly as his favorite curly-haired helper went about his chores. Croft loved working with the animals, and it had been a joy watching the boy grow while he learned an important skill. Now in his sixth year, it would not be long before the child was apprenticed to someone, and Edward hoped he would remain at the Abbey for his formal training.

There were personal reasons to keep Croft close at hand, as he and his wife came to love the child while he was in their home. It was also important to try and protect him from the excesses of brother Simon, who seemed intent on breaking the boy’s spirit. Inquisitive, intelligent, and full of daydreams, he had attracted the unwanted attention of the surly monk from the beginning. Orphans received little joy or comfort within the walls of the Abbey, so Edward did what he could to provide both while they worked together each day.

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Croft moved the stool closer to his favorite gelding so he could finish brushing the beautiful brown coat. Of all the animals he cared for, horses were his favorite, yet he was certain he would like dragons better. From the stories he heard, the great beasts were much bigger, had wings, and breathed fire. If only he could go the mountains and see them for himself! Some day he would, and until then he would ask God to grant his wish every day – even if brother Simon said it was wicked. Of course, brother Simon thought nearly everything Croft did was bad, no matter how hard he tried.

Of all the monks at the Abbey, he feared Simon the most. His punishments were swift, frequent, and often painful. It was said he kept a switch hidden in his robes and spent his days watching for reasons to use it. For some unknown reason, Croft seemed to be punished more often than the other boys, and he paid for it with a sore bottom, empty stomach, or extended time kneeling on the stone floor of the church. Though brother Simon claimed the discipline was for his own good, and quoted Scripture to prove it, the boy was convinced the angry man hated him.

Croft continued to daydream about dragons while he finished with the gelding. The day was almost done, and if he could just stay out of trouble, he might get a meal before bed. Edward would give him something if he asked, but Croft said nothing, afraid the kind man would be punished if Simon found out. He had been working alongside Edward for as long as he could remember and would often answer his questions or listen to his troubles. He could tell Edward did not like the monk, even if he never said so, and he encouraged Croft to stay away from him as much as possible.

The only other person Croft could trust was brother Hugh, who occasionally visited and was always friendly. He gave the older boys their lessons – something he would not need, since tending the animals did not require him to know Latin or mathematics. More than once the tall, slim monk surprised Croft with a gift of food or simply stopped to ask how he was getting along. He was younger than the other monks Croft saw on a regular basis, smiled often, and spoke softly. He never seemed cross and somehow managed to show up after one of Simon’s punishments, as if he knew the boy could use a kind word.

Croft finished with the horse and put the brush and stool away before starting on his final task. After the animals were fed and watered it would not be long before the evening bells rang and he could finally eat and go to bed. Tomorrow, he was sure, would be a better day.

 

Chapter 5

 Three months later

Croft hissed in pain as he left the shadows of the Abbey wall and ran into the adjoining woods to catch his breath. The beating he received yesterday throbbed and burned with every step, but he refused to let it stop him. It was still dark, and hours before anyone would realize he was missing, yet he must escape while there was time. His only regret was being unable to say farewell to Edward, who would not understand why Croft disappeared.

Following another painful whipping, Croft overheard Simon explaining his plans to the Prior, and he knew it was time to leave.

“That child is the devil’s own, and I have reached the end of my patience! On the morrow, I shall send him to the blacksmith in Poppy for his apprenticeship. Perhaps a stronger hand than mine can acquaint his soul with the fear of the Almighty.”

After a short rest, Croft made his way towards the deserted road, keeping to the shadows in case he should encounter someone else. He felt guilty for stealing a travel bag, water skin, and food, but promised God he would repay it someday. His greatest possession, however, was given to him by the leatherworker on his last visit to the Abbey’s stables. When asked where the dragons lived and how to get there, the old man humored the child by etching a crude map on small scrap of hide.

“If thee want to see the dragons, boy, go to Orchid. The soldiers feed them at the base of the mountains there but take heed – they may just snatch thee up, too!”

Right now, being taken by a dragon seemed less frightening than remaining at the Abbey. If he could not work with Edward and the animals, then he would seek out the great fire-breathing beasts of his dreams. While Croft knew nothing about traveling the kingdom or how to live on his own, he was determined to reach the dragons if it was the last thing he ever did.

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Later that day

The sun was high in the sky by the time Croft found a patch of delicious ripe berries and stopped to fill his belly. By moving quickly and quietly, he had thus far managed to avoid being seen as he traveled. Distracted by his hunger, Croft forgot to listen for the sounds of someone else on the road and was startled by the voice of a stranger.

“Would thee be willing to share the fruit with a weary traveler?”

There on the road was a tinker, leading a donkey laden with bags and baskets of goods. His long beard, weathered face, and smile gave him a friendly appearance, yet Croft was uncertain if he could trust him and said nothing.

“Come on out, child. No need to fear the likes of me.”

Croft left his belongings at the base of a nearby tree to venture back out to the deserted road. Unwilling to be caught and taken back to the Abbey, he approached cautiously, stopping well out of arm’s reach. Still smiling, the stranger watched him come and then spoke again with a small bow.

“Gilbert, seller of household goods. Who might thee be?”

Suspicious, Croft chose not to reveal his name and asked a question instead.

“Does thee know how to reach Orchid? I am going to see the dragons.”

The tinker looked surprised, chuckling at the strange declaration.

“Dragons eh? Thee look to be alone and Orchid is a long way. I might be willing to help in exchange for some of those berries. What say thee?”

Croft ended up gathering a large basket full of fruit before he and Gilbert headed down the road together. Once Croft felt comfortable with the man, he told him about the monastery, brother Simon, and the reason he ran away. Concerned about the boy’s safety, and none too fond of the monks himself, Gilbert changed his route so he could accompany Croft all the way to Orchid. There were long days of travel ahead, but the time would fly with the clever little orphan by his side.

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It took weeks for Gilbert and Croft to reach Orchid, slowed by stops in every hamlet, village and town along the way. The rainy weather did not help any either, leaving them dirty, weary, and bedraggled. When Gilbert’s business was completed, the Tinker parted ways with his young companion, though not without tears and regret. He could not stay in Orchid, as he must travel to earn a living, and Croft was determined to remain here until his dream came true. The child hugged Gilbert’s neck, grateful for his help and companionship during their journey.

“Thank thee, Gilbert. When I get a dragon, we will fly through the kingdom until I find thee!”

The Tinker winked a watery eye and turned to go.

“Do that, boy, and I will watch the sky for thee. Farewell.”

Croft watched as the man and his loaded donkey made their way down the dirt road and out of sight. He would miss his friend, but it was now time to strike out on his own. Excited and nervous, Croft slipped into the woods and made his way towards the barracks. The children in the market told him the soldiers were the ones who brought gold and food to the dragons. If he watched and listened carefully, they would lead him right where he wanted to go at last!

After dark, Croft followed the soldiers to a valley outside the village where they left a herd of pigs and several heavy leather sacks. Once the gates were closed, Croft began hearing strange musical calls coming from the mountains. In the moonlight, huge winged shapes appeared, swooping down from above to snatch up the animals and gold. Though it was difficult to see clearly from his hiding place, he could tell their size, shape, and horns made each dragon unique. If they were different colors, he could not see well enough in the dark to know what they were.

Breathless with wonder, Croft watched the enormous, graceful beasts, memorizing every detail and sound. The event was short-lived, and soon the dragons left the valley for their home in the mountains. When all was quiet, the soldiers returned to their camp while Croft followed in the shadows. Alone now, he needed to eat and sleep, knowing just the place to provide both and headed for the stables.

If the soldiers cared for their horses as the Abbey did, he should be able to bed down in one of the stalls and find a stash of apples or carrots nearby. When all was quiet, he discovered exactly what he was looking for. Befriending a roan mare, he gave her an apple and curled up in a corner of the stall for the night. Perhaps in the morning, he could offer his services to the captain. For now, he was too tired to think and fell asleep dreaming of dragons.

End of part two. Continue reading HERE!

 

DRAGON VALLEY – Part 1

Back in March I posted Dragon Child, the introductory volume in a series of fantasy novelettes. Today begins the second installment of my fantasy series, Dragon Valley – Draman at Home. This FREE serialized story won’t be found anywhere else, and you get to see it first!

Through his blood bond with a dragon, Croft becomes the first Draman – able to communicate directly with the mighty mountain beasts. Now, King Augustus wants to create a new home for orphans who may serve both the kingdom and the nest. As construction begins, Croft’s disturbing past threatens to undo their carefully laid plans. Will the grand experiment end before it even starts? Find out in Dragon Valley!

Author’s Note – the books must be read in order to be understood, beginning with Dragon Child. Missed it? Get started HERE!

 

Dragon Valley by Alexander Elliott

First Edition Copyright © 2019
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without the written permission of the author. This includes any means whether electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system. UNAUTHORIZED REPRODUCTION OR DISTRIBUTION OF THIS COPYRIGHTED WORK IS ILLEGAL AND SUBJECT TO PUNISHMENT BY LAW.
For permissions and other inquiries, contact Alexander Elliott at aelliottbooks@gmail.com

 

DRAGON VALLEY – PART 1

 

Prologue

Rueloo’s nest, mid-winter

Croft finished eating as he watched his sleeping nestmates, curled up together against Rueloo’s immense belly. Since their hatching, he immediately felt the shared connection through his bond with their mother. Now the size of large dogs and flying on their own, Spark, Huff, Billow, and Ember became the siblings he had always wanted. While they looked harmless enough in repose, he knew from painful experience it was dangerous to get too close while they slept.

The dragonlets always napped after meals, but they tended to belch fire and smoke at unpredictable moments. While Croft had the appearance of scales, he retained his human skin and risked serious burns if he was not careful. Until they learned better control, he would remain safely out of reach by resting against Rueloo’s chest. She lowered her head as he approached, flicking her forked tongue across his outstretched hand in a dragon kiss. He took a moment to stroke the smooth patch of scales on her snout and then straddled a foreleg to lean back against her warm body. Her voice echoed in his mind as soon as he was settled.

“Something troubles you, little one. Will you tell me?”

Never fearful of sharing his thoughts with Rueloo, Croft answered the question.

“I miss the others. We were just getting to know each other before winter started and now I am here and they are in the village. How will they learn about us if we cannot be together?”

The king’s new orphanage in Orchid started in late fall with eight children, but the harsh winter weather restricted them to the village. Croft and Sabina, who bonded with a beautiful brown male dragon named Echo, were the only ones who could live with the dragons during the cold months. Rueloo understood Croft’s frustration and agreed with him.

“The children must live with us if we are to teach them our ways. Could not a house be built for them in the nest?”

Croft thought for a moment before responding.

“Yes, I think so. In the spring we should see the king and ask for his help. We need a place to live and room for a garden and animals, too. Will the NestMaster allow it?”

Rueloo was too far away to speak directly to Wheet’s mind, and it was unlikely he would wish to be roused from a warm nest to entertain visitors.

“When the snows have stopped we will go to him before seeing the king. This has never been done before, little one, so we must find a way. Until then, we will think and plan.”

Though Croft trusted the dragons to help with the project, he feared what the king and others might want to do. Sleep was impossible while he fretted and it was some time before the comforting rumble of Rueloo’s breathing enabled him to nod off.

 

Chapter 1

Early March

From the air, the landscape was a patchwork of brown, green, and white, with great heaps of unmelted snow stubbornly clinging to the slowly warming earth. The cold air would have once bothered Croft, but his dragon blood and a heavy cloak kept him warm as he and Rueloo approached Orchid from the east. Their trip to see King Augustus left Croft unsettled, and he wanted to talk to Dane about all the proposed changes to the orphanage. Besides, he and Rueloo were eager to see their friends after being kept apart by weeks of intense cold and bad weather.

Rueloo swept low over the village, announcing their presence with her distinct musical call. They were greeted enthusiastically with waves and smiles, some already rushing to meet them next to the soldiers’ barracks. The great blue dragon made one more pass, gently landed, and lowered herself to the ground so the young Draman could dismount. Dane was there, welcoming his son with open arms while the orphans waited impatiently to visit with Croft and Rueloo.

“Oh, how I have missed thee – but I am not the only one, as thee can see.”

Dane gave Croft’s hair an affectionate rustle and then stepped back, allowing the children to say hello and catch up on the news. Rueloo quickly became the center of attention as they played “catch the tail” and asked questions.

“Did the hatchlings stay home?” Yes, with Echo and Sabina.

“Where have ye been?” To see the king.

“Do dragons eat rabbits?” No, they are too small and hard to catch.

After a few more minutes, it was time to say farewell. Croft promised to visit again on Sunday with the dragonlets and tell them all about his talk with the king. Alone now with Croft and Rueloo, Dane inquired after the welfare of her children. She responded with an ominous sounding rumble which Dane knew to be laughter.

“They have grown much during the winter and they care for Croft. We are content.”

As was her practice, Rueloo flew off in search of prey while father and son spent time together. There was little conversation as they walked the short distance to Dane’s quarters within the barracks, and when they arrived, Croft withdrew a small scroll from his cloak. Curious, Dane broke the official wax seal and read his new orders.

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“Augustus, King of Spiredale, to Captain Dane of His Majesty’s forces at Orchid:

Forthwith, feed animals for the dragons shall be provided thrice per week, along with an increased allotment of gold. In exchange, spent gold shall be placed into thy care for shipment to the royal treasury. Expect additional forces within a fortnight.”

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Dane smiled at Croft; certain he was well aware of the contents of the king’s message.

“These new orders will certainly keep us busy, but I am glad thee convinced the king to provide more for the dragons. The nest is growing and the wild game has become dangerously thin. Was it thy idea to return the spent gold?”

Croft nodded. He knew once the gold lost its power it was worthless to the dragons.

“Yess. The dragonss have great heapss of it in the nesst. I thought the king might want it back to help pay for more food. When Rueloo exssplained it to him, he wass very pleassed.”

Dane chuckled.

“I have no doubt! Thy idea will help the dragons and make the kingdom rich. I am proud of thee.”

Croft gave him a weak smile, but it was clear something was wrong.

“Did something else happen on thy trip to Rose? What troubles thee, son?”

While they ate a simple meal, Croft shared the reason for their visit to the palace and what the king proposed to do. Dane listened carefully, hearing nothing which would explain the boy’s distress.

“Building a proper home and school for the children is a good thing, Croft, and I do not understand why it bothers thee so.”

Croft shifted uneasily; a frown marring his reptilian face.

“I only wanted a housse for uss in the mountainss sso we could live near the dragonss. Why musst we have teacherss and ruless and choress?”

Dane sensed Croft was withholding the true reason for his disquiet, and with a little bit of wheedling, the youngster finally shared his thoughts. Apparently, after the new house was completed, the king planned to send some monks to determine what else the children might need and return with recommendations. While Dane found no fault in the plan, Croft saw it as unneeded interference by people he feared. When Dane asked why, Croft blurted out his reply in a teary-eyed rush.

“The monkss are unkind! I wass beaten, hungry and cold. I do not want them here – they will ruin everything!”

Dane pulled the child into his lap, stroking Croft’s curly black hair until he stopped trembling. The boy never before spoke of his past and Dane now understood why he feared the arrival of the monks. It was normally the church’s task to care for orphans, but surely they were not treating all the children this way! While he could not change the past, Dane intended to protect his son now.

“No one will hurt thee or the other children, Croft. Neither Rueloo nor I will allow it. Now, can thee tell me why thee was sent to the monastery? What happened to thy mother and father?”

Croft stiffened, watery eyes staring at the floor. Dane almost wished he had not asked.

“I do not remember them. They died of a fever when I wass very ssmall and I wass brought to the monasstery in Crocuss. When I got bigger, I ran away and came here to ssee the dragonss.”

Dane was astonished. Crocus was on the far eastern border of the kingdom; at least two day’s travel by the fastest horse. How did a lone child ever find his way safely to Orchid? He knew there was more to the story, yet this was not the time to ask. He gave Croft a reassuring hug.

“Well, I am glad thee found me, and now thee have a whole nest of dragons to look after thee! The king only wants what is best for the children, and it will be many weeks before the monks arrive. Have no fear. If there be problems, I will go to the palace myself and speak to the king.”

By the time Rueloo returned to take him home, Croft was in better spirits. Dane encouraged him to tell her his story, knowing she could, and would, protect the boy better than anyone. They spoke briefly of Sunday’s visit which was something fun they could all look forward to. The hatchlings would enjoy seeing the children again, and they, in turn, would be excited to hear about the plans for their new home in the mountains.

Despite Dane’s reassuring words, the winds of change were about to sweep into Croft’s world, and a curious mix of excitement and dread left him uneasy.

 

Chapter 2

The next morning, high above the nest

The day dawned clear and cold, and anyone looking toward the mountains would have seen the pair of dragons and their riders dancing in the sky. Rueloo and Croft pulled away to gain altitude and then cut speed, circling in a tight downward spiral. At the last moment, she opened her wings and shot past Echo and Sabina, almost grazing the other dragon with her wingtip.

Not to be outdone, Sabina urged her dragon on.

“Fasster, Echo! Sshow them what we have been practicing!”

The beautiful brown-scaled beast accepted the challenge and increased speed. With a mental warning to Sabina, he arched his powerful neck to complete three backwards circles in the sky. When they leveled off, the dragon’s unique echo-like call, mingled with Sabina’s delighted cries, could be heard all over the nest. Rueloo and Croft were both surprised and intrigued, having never seen a stunt like it before.

The dragons realigned themselves to fly side-by-side for their short trip to the NestMaster’s valley near the center of the Great Peak mountain range. Croft waved at Sabina, flashing her a wide smile. The exuberant girl lifted both arms in the air with a high-pitched whoop of joy and victory. The dragons laughed and Croft simply shook his head. While the aerial acrobatics were impressive, Croft was not interested in competing with his friends. His life before arriving in Orchid left him with a desire for the simplest of things. He neither needed nor desired more than food, shelter, and the company of those he loved.

As a courtesy to Wheet, both Echo and Rueloo used their distinctive calls to warn him of their arrival as they drifted silently into the NestMaster’s valley. Croft was here to report on his visit with the king, and asked Sabina to join him so she could become acquainted with the NestMaster herself. An early riser, the enormous black dragon was stretched out near the stream, soaking up the warm sunshine. The pair landed and approached silently, waiting for their wise, ancient leader to greet them. His deep rumbling laughter shook the ground.

“It has not been so for many seasons, but my wings were once as agile as yours. Of late, it is the ground which has become my companion.”

Croft and Sabina dismounted and approached the NestMaster. He towered above them, examining the two Draman with dark green eyes before lowering his head to scent them. As instructed, Sabina waited patiently for him to speak. He chose to address Echo first.

“Your blood bond stirs the nest. Tell me.”

Echo’s pride and pleasure were obvious.

“This is Sabina, a fe-male, though not yet mature. Our bond is strong, and she has a warrior spirit. We will defend the nest together.”

Wheet focused his attention on the girl. Like Croft, she was young and looked as much like Echo as he resembled Rueloo. Her pseudo-scales were the color of earth, with yellow eyes and a smooth, hairless head with a centered ridge of short rounded horns.

“Welcome, Sabina. A warrior must know many things. The Draman will receive instruction from both dragon and human in order to serve the nest. Are you willing?”

Sabina stood tall and proud.

“Yess, NesstMasster.”

Wheet then turned to address Croft, affection evident in his voice.

“I am pleased to see you, Croft. What news do you bring from the human king?”

Croft bowed to the NestMaster, just as he did for His Majesty, hoping to get his practiced speech right without too many mistakes.

“King Augustus sends his greetings on behalf of the kingdom and wishes thee good health. In exchange for the spent gold, he agrees to increase the gifting days to thrice a week and build a settlement for the orphans in the mountains. He intends to send teachers and others to help care for the children. If they wish, any who become Draman may be sent to the palace at Rose for further training when they are ready.”

Wheet considered the news for a moment before responding.

“Agreed. Tell the king: we will protect the little ones and their keepers, but any human who disrupts the nest will be banished, and no Draman will ever be forced to leave us or serve the king.”

Croft promised to take Wheet’s message back to the palace as soon as a location was found for the new settlement. The NestMaster already had several areas in mind which might serve the purpose, and Croft asked if his father could come along to look at them. Sabina and Echo were sent to round up an escort while Croft and Rueloo made a quick trip to Orchid to collect Dane. When everyone was present, the dragons took to the air to survey the mountains.

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Most of the places they looked at were too remote, too far from Orchid, or provided no access to water or pasture for the animals. What they needed was a relatively flat open valley which could be accessed by road as well as by air, yet was not terribly far from the central nest. On a sweep north and west of Orchid, Dane spotted what could be an ideal location. Croft and Rueloo alerted the others, and soon they were circling a beautiful, isolated valley. A narrow opening in the surrounding peaks would allow for a road, which could be connected to the kings’ highway between Orchid and Wort.

A mountain-fed stream ran down the center of the valley, leading to a small lake at the northern end. Plenty of room remained on either side for gardens and pastures. At the southern tip, and near where the road might go, was a series of natural caves; some which looked large enough to accommodate dragons. As they descended to land for a closer look, Rueloo suddenly barked out an alarm and flapped hard to gain altitude. Below, a large angry cluster of razorcats poured out of the caves roaring a challenge, startling Dane, Croft, and Sabina.

The well-armored, vicious predators spread out to defend their territory while the dragons circled overhead, deciding what to do. Wheet’s orders were quick and unsparing.

“There are more in the caves. Let none escape or they may return.”

Dismayed, Sabina’s protests were ignored as she and the others were reminded to hold on tight. Rueloo took point and led the dragons in a coordinated dive to rake the cats with fire. Some tried to run or retreat back into the caves, but with little success. One by one, the cats were roasted where they stood until all was quiet.

Since they carried no riders, Scree, Cymbal, and Bell landed near the cave entrance to sniff out the stragglers. Nothing remained except for two groups of young kittens who were quickly dispatched. Sabina, angry that even the kittens were killed, dared to question Wheet’s decision.

“Why did they have to die? Is it honorable to kill even the defenseless?”

Wheet took a moment to correct her.

“The razorcats were starting a new nest. We could not leave them or frighten them away. Their young would not have survived on their own, and if found by other cats, would have been killed. These creatures have no honor and would not have spared humans living here. You must learn that the ways of a warrior include killing when necessary.”

Sabina remained silent, realizing Wheet was right. When Rueloo reminded her that Croft had almost been killed by a razorcat on the night she met him, the girl apologized to the NestMaster for her outburst. Wheet then ordered a thorough investigation of the valley which revealed no other razorcats, and the dragons marked the most likely entry points with their urine to ward off any newcomers.

Now that it was safe, the dragons landed to rest and drink from the lake. Once Dane and Croft got their bearings, they identified ideal locations for the main house, barn, pasture and gardens. Transforming the valley into a proper home was going to take a lot of work, but with the dragons’ help, they should be able to get it done before winter set in. Not only would the king be pleased; the children would finally have a new home to call their own.

End of part one. Continue reading HERE!

 

Weekly Roundup – Saying Goodbye to an Underperforming Book

Weekly Roundup is an update on what’s going on in my world. Welcome!

This week, I made the difficult decision to pull the plug on one of my books – Second Chance Earth. For months I wavered back and forth, wondering if I should keep it, change it, or take it off the market. As my very first novel, it holds a special place in my heart and yet deep down I knew there were serious issues which could no longer be ignored.

So what really happened? Since the book was written, I have experienced a steep learning curve as an author and came to realize Second Chance Earth was fundamentally flawed. I still love the basic story line and characters, but the POV is skewed, there’s more tell than show, and it needs significant editing. To put it simply – it’s not my best work and has become a liability. To protect my brand, it had to go.

Honestly, I do not know if the story will ever re-appear. If it does, it will most likely be unrecognizable! It needs a complete make-over, including a new cover and title, and I don’t have the time or money to invest in it right now. There are so many other books I want to write, and with limited time and resources, I have to be really picky about which projects get the green light.

I want to express my thanks to those who loved the book despite its many faults. You were able to understand and appreciate the story, and I am grateful for your kind words and support. Perhaps someday, Second Chance Earth will get a second chance!

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Dragon Valley, the second novelette in the Rise of the Draman series, is undergoing final edits and will be available soon!

I made some great progress this week on the next installment, Dragon Bonds. This story focuses on the inevitable growing pains of a new human/dragon relationship where mistakes are made, lessons learned, and a foundation is laid for the future. Croft is still at the heart of it all, helping other orphans transition from human to Draman, and his world will never be the same!