WREN Book Three Prince of Dragons

No mans land

Dawn came too early. I sat leaning against a tree. Sleep had been brief, for me. After the party, Cordgi and I found some time alone... I smirked at the memory of our passionate time together. He meant so much to me. I sighed, sipping the cold dark liquid. My eyes began to grow heavy as I watched the sun light shine over the clouds. The colors swirled together.

Was it a dream, what I saw next? Or had they come to see me once more? I found my mind being transported to her. Still, I didn't see her. We were in darkness. The stars shinning across a canopy of blackness. It was soothing in its own way.

"You must look over her." The voice was airy as it touched me.

"She holds you tightly to her, but she is in torment." The voice added.

"Who?" I whispered.

The stars twinkling. They shifted in their pattern. Soon I saw them from a familiar shape. I leaned forward. Zelzada. The kings own commander of arms for any Soul dragon that had come to him. Zelzada, along with her knight Kieran had trained nearly all of the active soul pairings within the kings army. I sighed as this information floated to me from the space beyond time.

"She knows who we go against. For her to fight one that she trained..." I couldn't voice the sensations running through me.

It would be as if I had to fight... well her. Not only fight, but actively plan to kill someone you were so close to once... I lowered my head.

"Zyn, wake up! You're going to fall out of the tree!" Strong arms were holding onto my chest. I blinked awake.

Baram was struggling to keep my massive bulk on the spot I had rested. I felt another pair of hands working with him to haul me back. I settled against the tree once more, only to look into the bright green eyes of the soul knight.

"You, you trained them with her." I muttered.

Kieran knelt before me. He refilled the cup in my hand. "Yes." He was a being of simple words. I don't recall ever having a lengthy discussion with him. He lifted his eyes back to mine.

"She will fight, she will defend you, but it will cost her." He said. I frowned.

To go into a fight like this without her, it would be difficult. Who could I trust to keep her back? My eyes went to the twin now seated beside me.

"Don't look at me like that." Baram grouched.

"She is your soul dragon." He confirmed.

"Yes she is." The woman we spoke of appeared before us.

Her lean dark skin was marked with white symbols. She had her weapons attached to a belt on her hip. Her straight dark hair was pulled back in a tight bun. She was preparing already. I racked my eyes over her. Never had I seen these symbols before. I recognized parts of different ones.

Some were to offer agility to her, others were for her to harness strength. Not strength of the body, but of the mind. I could assume a few were for strength of the soul. I sipped from the cup.

"You're staying here." I said.

"Over your dead body." She informed me.

"You plan on killing me?" I asked drinking the hot coffee as I watched her.

"There are ways for a body to live while the soul is, let's call it, preoccupied." She offered.

I drained the cup, tossing the dregs over the side. I heard a yelp from below, a moment later Attroxia was floating up to glare at me. I smirked.

"Sorry!" I chuckled.

"I just bathed!" the dragon snarled at me.

A wave of water shot up from the ground. It doused the smoke dragon. He screamed out as his smoke was diverted. It took him a moment to reform. He looked better as he flipped over the railing to sit down. Sputtering he wiped the water from his face.