WREN Book Three Prince of Dragons

The endless ball of the universe

The moment the forced bond broke there was a cry not too far away. The air around us picked up. Wind pulled at our clothing. A tumbling blue grey ball came rolling down the slight incline. It righted itself. I chuckled as it shook its body free of the sand. The dragon sat as a human would, on its backside. There was a goofy little smile on its face. Small ivory tusks jutted out of either side of its mouth. A band of spikes created a type of halo coming up from his neck.

"He kind of looks like Attroxia." Ammedidon muttered.

"I don't have tusks!" Attroxia pouted.

The little dragon shoved it's tiny arms down to try to get up. It rolled sideways getting a face full of sand. It's spiked grayish head was half buried when I heard the gentle laugh next to me. We had moved as one to assist the small being. Now I held back. Wynlin reached down. The moment his hand touched the dragon, a golden white light shot up between them.

Wynlin's eyes followed the arch of the light, before he looked down to his Nuare. The small beast like dragon was smiling at him. It's entire body shook as it tried to crawl into the man. Wynlin picked it up. He dusted off the sand from its spikes. I frowned, this dragon...

"It hasn't hatched more than a day ago." Zelzada whispered.

"The moment he crossed into this kingdom." I noted.

"Their bond is strong. Allow me." She moved to step up to the pair.

Wynlin shifted the dragon back, blocking it from the soul dragon moving in towards them.

"I will not hurt him." She muttered.

"Just stay away!" Wynlin hissed.

"I wish to right the wrong I did. Let me bond thee!" Zelzada offered.

"With the blessing of a soul dragon, no one can dispute your bond." I insisted.

"I'm pretty sure if I asked the Prince of Dragons, it would be the same." Wynlin scuffed.

"I will bond you, with Zelzada." I arched an eyebrow.

"Deal." Wynlin moved to stand before me. He kept a wary eye on Zelzada. I wanted to laugh, but didn't.

Zelzada placed her hand over mine. I felt the power of her ability touch into me. It was like peering into the deepest, darkest parts of the universe. One could easily lose themselves within it, or go utterly mad. I shielded myself as she assisted with keeping the connection as light as possible.

We bonded the pair together. The grayish blue dragon lifted its head as it watched me. A light touch to its mind, I could feel something there. Something hidden within its memories. A dragon was born with the memories of its ancestors. A flick, a shift then the haze of his mind brightened. There I was, a child of maybe ten.

I stood alone in a field, a dragon dying at my feet. I had done all I could for it, but I didn't know how to help it. I cried as I held the proud mighty head, begging it to hold on until Shea got there. I was screaming for my father to come. I believe it was the first time I used the term to refer to him. It was also the first time I touched his mind since he pushed me out of his head. The wolf came running.

It tore through the woods like a wild, mad animal. My screams urging it onward. The large polar bear was causing more destruction than the sleek wolf. They trampled the land to reach me. The dragon fighting to birth the eggs stuck within her. I had no experience with this. She was so week!

Shea transformed demanding to know if I was alright. I cried telling him she was dying. He looked shocked. Moving away from me, he went to assist the dragon. It was a few hours later, but he was able to get the last of the twenty two eggs from the dragons clutch out safely. I recalled seeing how small the last egg had been.