WREN Book Three Prince of Dragons

The dawning of the Golden age

What truly happened to separate Vangah and Devonia? The thought echoed inside my head as I stepped inside the library. King Fockren’s name held strong in the forefront of my thoughts. His younger brother, Prince Trighten beside it. I heard a stiff whisper.

“King Trighten” I blinked.

No one was inside my head. I had blocked out the dragons, the people with me, just to focus on my thoughts alone. I turned. Shapes began to move deeper within the semi darkness of the stacks of books. Movement that sent the hairs on my neck tingling. I shivered. A hand slapped onto my shoulder.

Turning, I saw Ammedidon at my side. He chuckled.

“It gets everyone the first time they enter.” He offered. His smile slightly amused, a little bit sad.

“I managed to get the good guards to help hold the others back. You see, there is a spell on this library.” He offered, stepping away from me.

Holding his arms out, he twirled around. His knives, sword and other dangling things clanking a bit together as he did so. He wasn’t so scrawny any more. His muscles were filling out the tunic he had on. I smiled at him.

“Yeah, I felt it when I entered. Its old.” I offered.

He held up a finger to hush me. “Wrong, brother dear!” He snickered.

“It’s ancient.” He informed me, plopping his butt on the corner of a large heavy mahogany table. It groaned a bit under his weight.

“The power within this library has been here for as long as this castle has stood. If anything is here, that you need, it will find it for you.” He told me.

“Its why they had to stay back. The library had to accept you as a royal. Then, agree to help you.” He insisted.

“So, it takes me as a possible heir?” I asked.

Ammedidon shook his head. “No, but it senses within you the king's blood. Which King?” he shrugged.

I frowned. “You can’t work it, can you?” I asked.

He chuckled. “I’ve been trying since I was eight. Father always said it was because I wasn’t king yet. I wanted to prove him wrong.” He looked down at his calloused hands.

“Are you considering…” I began.

“That, the man who sits on the throne of Vangah, isn’t my father?” he asked.

He tilted his head to look at me from under hair that should be cut soon. “Yeah, I thought of that a few times.” He leaned back on his hands.

“I have royal blood, I know that. But after meeting you guys, that doesn’t mean much does it?” He inquired.

“Library?” I called out.

Ammedidon laughed. “It isn’t alive, Zyn!” He chuckled.

“Give me the linage of the current  King’s children.” I asked. Ammedidon blinked at me.

“He wouldn’t have recorded it truthfully!” He cried leaping back to his feet.

I laughed again. “There it is, the reason you can’t work this library.” It was my turn to point a finger at him.

He folded his arms across his chest. “OK, smart guy, why?” he demanded.

“Because, this library is alive.” I insisted.

“Can’t you feel it?” I asked. I held my had up twisting it, cupped, near my ear.

“It almost calls to you.” I said.