Blood is shed and the curse begins.
A thousand years before the events of The Blood Stone, a dark ritual between man and dragon binds the two races together.
In a bid to save her father, the young dragon Etain reluctantly joins with a novice from the Order of Eschar to create a power she doesn’t understand.
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Dragon Lord Avess strode across the stony outcrop that jutted from his cavern home. Inside the mountain behind him was the home of the Drakku, the dragonkind of Rowyth. He’d been anticipating this meeting with the griffons of the southern lands for years, and now that it was here, nerves grew thin.
The griffons were a distant cousin to the dragons under his charge, though in truth, the griffons were technically under his leadership as well, even though they hadn’t been in formal communication for years. Not that there was any animosity between the cousins, but long-term peace within the world didn’t need the Drakku meeting often.
“Father, are you well? Can I get you something?”
It was Etain, his one and only child and heir to his title. He loved her more than anything. Which often meant he could be harsh.
“Etain, you were commanded to stay behind with the griffons. Are you with them now?”
“No father. But I—“
“You disobeyed me.”
He turned on her, standing at least twice as tall with wings that could wrap around them both. While in the meeting, he preferred to remain in human form as did the griffons. It helped so that no one was looming over the other. The griffons hated when the dragons did that.
Etain lowered her head. “But father. It was a break in the meeting. There were no discussions for me to learn from.”
“That’s why I’m the Dragon Lord and you are the little girl unfit to lead!”
“Father!”
Avess rose to his full height and extended his wings. Etain knew what that meant.
“If you were paying attention at all to what I’ve been trying to teach you, you’d know that a break in the formal meeting often leads to idle talk. It is during those moments when you learn the most from your enemy or in this case, our brethren. Do you think they will keep up their formal dialogue amongst themselves? You can learn a lot as they talk of drinks and family. Have you considered that maybe they are here to assert themselves as free of the Drakku? What do you think they’d talk about if they thought no one was listening? You wouldn’t know because you’re here with me instead of remaining where I commanded you.”
“I’m so sorry father. I only meant to assist you.”
“You’d do better if you remained inside with Grymryg. At least he’s there doing what needs to be done.”
Small puffs of smoke escaped her nostrils and Avess knew he’d gone too far. He hadn’t meant to get that angry with her, but she had to see why he did what he did and why he told her to do the things he wanted her to do. He understood sitting quietly while the negotiating partners spoke of dinner or other mundane things might be boring, but he needed eyes and ears to catch what they tried to hide from him while formally discussing the matters at hand.
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