WREN Book Three Prince of Dragons

Epilog

A whole year! It went by in the blinked of an eye. I shook the hand of the head chieftain of the Izakearn tribe. A small band of shifters that had joined together to avoid being under the King of Vangah's reign. They lived on a narrow strip of land between Vangah and Crowloin, another small nation that Vangah often trampled over.

"Blessed be those who walk in their guiding light." The old crooked humped back woman whispered to me.

I thanked her. Turning, I saw my beloved fiancé chasing after our runaway son. Marckor was growing fast! He had learned to walk in the last few months. I laughed as I transformed. Swooping over the pair, I scooped the babe up, sailing over the cliff. Hearing his delighted giggles, always pit a smile on my face.

"Not fair!" Cordgi yelled.

'Didn't you say, if we didn't hurry, we would be late?' I asked him.

Already we had sent the others on ahead. Only Tanwen, Neffy and a handful of shifters stayed back with us. It had been a year.

A year of walking the land, flying the skies, meeting new people and spreading the word of the downfall of the King of Vangah. We had traveled all the way to see Scott in his new kingdom. That had been a glorious time. He apologized for leaving us before the big fight. I assured him, it was better that he hadn't been there. His twins were just squawking babies when we met them, but I offered them my blessing. One wore the mark that was etched into my own wrist. I knew I would be seeing her again, one day.

We had meet shifters that lived in separated villages. Some that had grouped together with other shifters to form a peaceful village. We met free dragons who wanted nothing to do with mankind, but to live in peace on their own lands. I worked as a mediator between them and the local King or Queen to get them their land. We met dragons who lost their Nuare's, some agreed to come with me to Vangah. The school would be opening soon.

We met mages and sorcerers, some taught me more about their magic, others were skeptical about the things I could do. Several just shut their doors, brandishing me away. They were shocked when I still stood there. Only then, did they listen to me. Slowly, I was becoming a name in the land. There had been a few times I came into a town or village, and my title was cried out before me. I was the Prince of Dragons. A wandering mage to come listen to plights and set grievances right. I was becoming a powerful name in this world.

This, of course, attracted those who didn't want to live in peace. Those who fought to belittle, torment, or seek to oppress others. They came for me too. They tried to kidnap my son, once.

They found that a nightmare dragon protected him. Not to mention the powerful water rider that rode said nightmare. Or the demon duo who would stop at nothing to save the boy. Or the Queen that was his guardian. The worst may have been, the soul dragon who served as my advisor. Zelzada would boil the sky, to get her beloved child back. Everyone loved or helped care for Marckor.

"So, we are going home?" Cordgi asked me.

"Which one is that again?" I chuckled, as I dropped the babe into his arms. He was on the black water dragon's back.

He laughed in my head. The biggest change was him. He was free now. Free of the nightmare of his past. We had heard that Baram had taken away all the children that had once lived as Cordgi had. He fought a small civil war over this, but they would be the first children to walk the very first hatching at the new school. A school I had yet to learn the name of.

We flew the miles away. Cordgi tending to Marckor upon the dragons back. It wasn't long. We could see the land shaping itself before us by midday. The castle sat strong, glistening with its white walls in the afternoon sunlight. I smiled as the colors upon the towers represented each of the five magical elements. My head swiveled. From here, I couldn't see school.