The dragon kin, p.1
The Dragon Kin, page 1
THE DRAGON KIN
Tiani Davids
Copyright © 2023 Tiani Davids
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Published by Tiani Davids
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This is a work of fiction.
The use of real or fictional medicines and treatments is not meant to be taken as medical advice.
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Cover art and design by Tairelei
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Editing by Carrie Jones
Interior design completed using Canva.
978-0-6454774-5-0
First edition
Contents
Dedication
1. Chapter One
2. Chapter Two
3. Chapter Three
4. Chapter Four
5. Chapter Five
6. Chapter Six
7. Chapter Seven
8. Chapter Eight
9. Chapter Nine
10. Chapter Ten
11. Chapter Eleven
12. Chapter Twelve
13. Chapter Thirteen
14. Chapter Fourteen
15. Chapter Fifteen
16. Chapter Sixteen
17. Chapter Seventeen
18. Chapter Eighteen
19. Chapter Nineteen
20. Chapter Twenty
21. Chapter Twenty-one
22. Chapter Twenty-two
23. Chapter Twenty-three
24. Chapter Twenty-four
25. Chapter Twenty-five
26. Chapter Twenty-six
About the Author
To the fighters.
Books by Tiani Davids
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Chapter One
Elinta pressed her back into the wall by the palace front doors, backpack slung loosely over one shoulder, and peered out into the dimly lit courtyard. It was just before midnight and Elinta was supposed to have met Prince Lorrin and their friend Niles in the stables five minutes ago. But she’d been held up and she needed to hurry. The gates would close for the night soon and their plans would be ruined if they weren’t outside them.
Relieved, Elinta sighed as she saw the path to the stables was clear. She darted out, ignoring the pain from the cut across her hip, a token from her fight with the mysterious Asali named Mazen who’d attacked her only two nights ago and slipped into the cover of the dark stables.
“There you are! Where have you been?” Niles’s voice whispered through the darkness. The boys hadn’t lit any lanterns, keeping them from being noticed, and had saddled the horses by the faint light of the flames in the courtyard. Elinta could hardly make out her friend’s face, but she knew it would be alight with excitement.
“The guard arrived early in the corridor outside the dining hall,” she said in a low voice. “I had to wait for him to leave.” She paused as a crunching sound came from Niles’s dark figure. “Are you eating?”
“What? I’m hungry.”
Lorrin’s dim form appeared on her right, leading the mare, Ash, that Elinta would ride on the long journey they were about to take. “The guard didn’t see you?” the prince murmured, ignoring the noise from Niles’s direction as he continued to eat.
“No,” Elinta said, thinking of the cramped little cupboard she’d hidden inside until the man’s footsteps had disappeared down another corridor.
“Good.” Lorrin handed her the reins. His hand brushed hers in the darkness before he hurried to retrieve his own horse, Bentley.
“Are we ready to go?” Elinta asked as she tied her backpack to the mare’s saddle alongside the saddlebags. It was the same brown bag Raisa had given her in the White Mountains all those months ago when she’d first met Lorrin.
“All set,” Niles said, and she knew he was grinning. After weeks of talking about it, they were finally on their way to see the Asali Council in the city of Liyarna. A thrill of nerves shot through Elinta.
“Just one more thing,” Lorrin said, reappearing with Bentley behind him. He stopped beside Elinta and held out a long, thin, shadowed object in his hand.
“Did you fix it?” Elinta asked, reaching for it and feeling the familiar form of her sword in its scabbard. The blade had once been his.
She caught the vague movement of Lorrin nodding. “Like new.”
Elinta grinned and fumbled in the dark to strap the weapon to her belt, feeling the familiar weight of it at her hip. The sword had been damaged by an illayas dagger in her fight against Mazen. The rare weapon had left nicks and dints along the length of her blade. Lorrin had kindly smoothed the damage out while she’d rested. Elinta made a mental note to check the blade over later.
“Can we go now?” Niles said, already in the saddle of his horse, Horse. “It’s nearly midnight.”
“Yes,” Elinta said, pushing herself up onto Ash’s back and wincing as the stitches in her forearm and hip pulled tight. But she had to stop herself from practically bouncing in the saddle once she’d settled. They were finally going. Things were finally going to change.
Elinta double-checked the bags were in place as Lorrin moved to the front of their line. Niles brought up the rear.
“Ready?” Lorrin whispered loudly.
“Yes.”
“Yep.”
They pushed their horses out into the courtyard and straight into a canter.
This was the one part of their plan they couldn’t control. The guard at the gate. For fear the man would be punished, they’d decided not to approach him about looking the other way as they snuck from the palace in the middle of the night. So, despite the risk it posed to their plan, they were going for the less stealthy option, trusting that any chase after the prince would, according to him, take at least ten minutes to muster. And by then, they would have a good lead.
Air rushed against Elinta’s face and there was a yell as the guard caught sight of them, jolting into action, but it was too late. They were nearly at the gate. Squeezing her legs into the side of the mare, Elinta urged the horse even faster and the three friends shot through and out into the night. The gate clanged shut belatedly after them.
Elinta counted away the seconds. Two full minutes passed before the alarm was raised and they were already near the border of the city. The bell echoed through the night on their heels, but she smiled anyway. They’d done it. They were on their way.
Niles shouted in elation as they passed the last straggles of Nevira, the sound of the bell fading far behind them. Elinta’s grin widened, jostling the large bruise across her cheek from Mazen’s backfist. But she didn’t care about the pain. No one knew where they were headed, and they’d know soon enough whether they could outrun the men that would come after them, but right now it felt like they had.
Elinta patted Ash once before pushing her into a gallop and watching the night landscape whiz by. She turned up the collar of her jacket against the cold wind and ran her hand along the horse's neck again. She’d ridden the mare once before on a trip to visit Zhayra, the dragon that now excitedly awaited their arrival in the woods she’d been living in for several months. It was a good animal and would suit her well on the long trip ahead of them, especially at the speed they intended to maintain.
Though it was dark, the light of the moon and stars illuminated the smooth road enough that the three friends felt safe to keep up their fast pace. They moved single file, drawing ever closer to Zhayra and keeping the horses at a gallop until they were satisfied they’d put enough distance between themselves and the palace to drop back to a trot. Now at a slower pace, Elinta ran the plan over again in her mind to reassure herself. Zhayra would join them in the woods where they would turn west and travel for five days until they hit the Benhurst Ranges. They would head north after that, along the base of the mountains, until they reached the Calaza Forest where they would find the city of Liyarna. All in all, it would take them about a week to get there at the quick pace they were going to set. Then they’d finally be able to speak to the Asali Council. And there was so much that she wanted to talk to them about. So much she wanted to know.
Soon they reached the borders of the woods, and Elinta’s excitement doubled as her eyes landed on the large, white form that shone in the moonlight filtering through the trees. Zhayra hummed. Her amber eyes shining, the dragon slipped out from under the trees, but there was no time to greet each other. Besides, Ash was too nervous around the dragon to allow her any closer.
Elinta cocked her head, listening for signs of pursuit from behind them. All was quiet, but they still had a big lead on their pursuers.
“Can you see if anyone’s following us?” Elinta asked the dragon.
Zhayra spread her massive membrane wings and launched into the sky above them.
“Anything?” Elinta called.
Zhayra loosed a low growl, just loud enough for them to hear from the ground.
“I take it someone’s following us,” Lorrin said with a sigh.
Elinta nodded, glad for the dragon’s keen sight.
“Let’s go, girl,” she called, and Zhayra angled in the dark sky to follow them.
The trio ducked under the trees and toward the Afonlin River, the darkness of the woods forcin g them to keep to a walk. All the while, they strained to hear their pursuers, but there was still too much distance between them for their human ears. All they could hear was the steady drumming of their horses’ hooves on the packed earth beneath them.
Zhayra’s joy at being able to fly again shot through their bond, meeting Elinta’s own happiness to be doing something about the dragon’s plight and Mazen. But underneath Zhayra’s excitement was a tinge of worry, which Elinta put down to several things, including their apparent pursuit, the secretiveness of their trip, and Elinta’s near-death experience only two days ago when Zhayra had been unable to help.
The dragon had been angry and frightened by the fight with Mazen, but Elinta thought her trip to reassure the dragon the next day had calmed her. Apparently not. She sighed. At least now they could be together.
They paused on the banks of the Afonlin, listening for any signs of whoever followed them, but they couldn’t hear anything over the rush of water. Elinta looked to Zhayra, thinking back to the time she’d heard a sound she shouldn’t have been able to. If only she could work out how to access that again, she’d be able to hear whatever it was Zhayra could now, and they’d know how far ahead they were. She filed it away as another thing they could ask the Asali about.
“Do you think we’ll lose them once we cross?” Elinta asked the dim outline of the boys. She squinted over her shoulder into the dark woods, expecting to hear the thunder of hooves at any moment.
“Maybe,” Niles said, looking to Lorrin.
He shrugged. “Let’s hope so.”
They turned north, parallel to the river for some time before they found a place safe enough to cross in the dark. There was a bridge further south, but they didn’t dare use such a common crossing. They wished to keep their path secret, including even the rough direction they’d taken if they could.
“We’ll cross here,” Lorrin said, looking out across the flat bank and river. The water didn’t seem as deep here, and the moon reflected off its smooth surface. “I’ll go first.”
He nudged Bentley and the two crossed through the calm water. When he reached the other side, he called back to them. “It can’t be more than three feet deep. You’re next, El.”
Elinta urged Ash forward slowly, feeling the smooth stones shifting under the horse’s hooves as they entered the river. The water gradually rose up Ash’s legs as they continued their crossing. Halfway across, the horse slipped and dropped deeper into the water, plunging Elinta’s shoes into the icy river. Gasping at the cold, Elinta nudged the horse sideways, where it recovered, and she pushed it on.
“Are you alright?” Lorrin asked her quietly as they emerged up the opposite bank.
“Yeah. That water is cold!” She slipped her feet from the stirrups and shook them out, careful not to knock the horse, and sending droplets of water flying. “Go ahead, Niles,” she called to the lone shadow she’d left behind.
Once Niles joined them, they urged the horses up the bank and through a smattering of tall reeds. Despite the threat of their pursuers catching up to them, a threat they felt had significantly lessened now they were across the river, they continued at a slow pace, having to pick their way across the landscape now they’d left the road behind. Soon they had to cross a smaller stream, a branch of the Afonlin, before they turned west. Elinta longed to study the landscape around her. Though Kethmere, her village, wasn’t too far away to the south, she’d never been in this part of the country before. But shadows draped the land, so she turned her thoughts inward as they continued west, knowing she had a whole week ahead of her to study the new sights. They didn’t stop until dawn.
Elinta dismounted stiffly, trying not to scrunch up her face at the pain in her hip. It’d only been two days since she’d received the wound, but it felt as fresh as the moment Mazen’s dagger had sliced into her. It had been weeping again when she’d changed the dressing on it before leaving the palace, the droplets of blood slipping past the stitches holding her skin together. While the boys dug out food for a cold breakfast, Elinta pulled out the medicine the palace healer had prescribed and swallowed a large spoonful. She grimaced at the bitter taste and took a swig of water to rinse her mouth.
“Well,” Niles said, sitting on the ground and taking a bite of bread. “We did it!”
Lorrin grinned.
“We did.”
“Did you see that guard’s face when he turned around to see us riding toward him? Priceless!” Niles laughed, running a hand through his blond hair, and making it even messier.
Elinta sat beside Lorrin, and they ate their meals in nervous excitement as the sun slowly rose and the air heated up around them. Soon it became clear that whoever had been sent to pursue them had indeed lost their trail, since they’d neither seen nor heard from them and some of Zhayra’s nerves had dissipated. When they’d finished their small meal, Elinta stripped off her jacket, stuffing it into one of the saddlebags on the mare before they mounted again and continued on.
It was a long day of riding, in which they skirted every town or village they came across, but it didn’t dampen their mood. Even Zhayra didn’t seem to mind that Elinta rode with the boys instead of flying, something that had been a point of contention between them since they’d met. The dragon was just happy to finally be able to fly again and to be with Elinta. As for Elinta, she drank in the passing landscapes, her eyes snagging on familiar plants and medicinal herbs that made her think of home. The place she couldn’t go back to.
As the day wore on though, Elinta’s body grew more and more sore and she focused less on the scenery and more on the saddle pommel in front of her, or the back of Lorrin’s head.
When they stopped to make camp, Elinta dismounted stiffly. A full day of riding had left her recovering body aching, unhelped by the medicine. But she didn’t say anything to the boys. She didn’t want them to worry since there was nothing to be done anyway but continue with their journey. So, she unsaddled Ash in silence, ignoring her droopy eyelids and the ache in her body.
Elinta sat down none too gracefully by the fire Lorrin was making. He shot her a worried look, but Elinta didn’t acknowledge it. Talking to the Asali Council was much more important than her comfort as far as she was concerned. But the thought didn’t ease the pain. Neither did an extra teaspoon of her medicine. If only she had access to Galen’s hut, she could have made herself something from his stores that would ease the pain and speed along the healing. But what her body really needed was rest, something she couldn’t give it.
If she thought a good night of sleep would help her, Elinta was wrong. She was just as sore as when she’d gone to sleep when she woke in the morning, and she felt her first real stab of concern. The wounds should have been healing, slowly sure, but not this slowly. While Lorrin and Niles bustled around the camp, Elinta, sitting against Zhayra’s side, pulled back the covering across the cut on her hip. It came away speckled with dried blood. Elinta stared at the blood. It’s probably just the riding pulling on the wounds. That’s all. Otherwise, it’d be sealed by now.
There wasn’t much she could do about it, though, other than to keep taking the medicine she’d been given. Maybe her thought last night about Galen’s wasn’t too far off. She could try to find something out here to put on the wound herself, to help speed the healing process along.
“How’s it looking?” Lorrin asked, stopping in front of her as he carried his saddlebags toward Bentley. He’d already saddled her horse for her so she could check her wounds. A light smoke drifted through the air behind him from their extinguished fire.
Elinta smiled, though it felt somewhat forced. “It’s all right.” She replaced the covering, then stood, brushing dirt from her pants. “Are we ready to go?” Elinta kept her eyes firmly away from the bandage on her arm, though she wondered whether the cut there had been weeping too.
“Once I tie these up, we’ll be ready.” Lorrin smiled, lighting his blue eyes. “Are you in a hurry today?”
Elinta shrugged. “The sooner we get there, the better.”
“You sound like Niles.”
Elinta and Lorrin both looked over at Niles, already seated in his saddle and looking over his shoulder at them.
