Flight of the Dragon (The Chronicles of Dragon, Series 2, Book 5 of 10) (Tail of the Dragon) by Craig Halloran Read Free Book Online Page B

saying I should call for the dragons?”
    “No, I was thinking you should call out for the dwarves.” Brenwar puffed his moustache out. “Of course I mean the dragons!”
    Nath eyed him.
    The dwarf’s chin dipped. “Sorry, Your Highness.”
    “It’s fine. Any other suggestions?”
    “Maybe Fang has some answers. He’s a friend as well, is he not?”
    Nath ran his fingers over the finely crafted scabbard. The leather over the wood was weathered and soft. He partially drew the weapon. The dragon-headed crossguards were exquisite. Each of the dragon’s eyes had perfect little gemstones in them, ruby and emerald. There was a living sparkle on both of them. Only recently had Nath been able to figure out how to call upon the sword’s abilities. He’d summoned vibrations, fire, ice, and even teleported Nath forward in time. Sometimes Fang even did as Nath asked, but most of the time he still didn’t.
    Sword crossed over his lap, Nath held the handle firmly. “What other mysterious powers do you think Fang has?”
    Combing his skeleton fingers through his beard, Brenwar suggested, “Why don’t you ask him?”
    If any friend of Nath’s had been neglected, it was Fang. His sword had bailed him out as much as anybody. He slid the magnificent blade all the way from its sheath. The brilliant steel showed like silver. He could see the sky above in the metal. Nath felt a little guilty. Perhaps he should have taken more time getting to know Fang. Training, talking, or something. He said to the blade, “Fang, I’m sorry for any neglect, and I hope you’ll forgive me, friend.” He gave Brenwar a quick glance and continued. “Fang, will you help me find Father?”

CHAPTER 12
     
     
    Selene’s eyes cracked open. She was in a glorious domed room with wondrous murals of dragons and the lands of Nalzambor filling the walls. Every scene looked real, as if she were standing right there. Stiff limbed, she rolled off the bed of satin pillows in which she lay. She swung her feet onto the floor. The bed was so soft and deep she could barely get out of it.
    Where am I?
    It was a question she asked herself, but she was certain she knew the answer. She was in Dragon Home—or, to its enemies, the Mountain of Doom. The dizzying display of surrounding artistry left her head a little woozy.
    How did I get here?
    The last thing she remembered was fighting alongside Nath. For some reason, it felt like a dream or something that had happened ages ago. She pushed herself up to her feet and traversed the mosaic floor. Each tiny tile was painted a different color, but overall it looked like a meadow filled with splendorous wildflowers in a multitude of colors. A breeze came from somewhere, and a gentle melody of music hummed in her ears. The environment was comfortable and soothing. It was clear she had been well cared for. But what had happened? She rubbed her head.
    Perhaps something smote me from behind. I must have been blindsided, but I feel fine.
    She moved about the room, violet eyes straining to see where the exit might be. It only made sense that whoever had brought her to the chamber would not know of her awakening. Certainly someone would check on her at some point, but she didn’t want to wait. She moved toward the nearest painting on heavy feet. Her limbs seemed more cumbersome than normal. She stretched her back and rolled her shoulders.
    I feel like I gained two hundred pounds.
    She stood in front of one of the murals with her arms outstretched but not touching the wall. It was a painted green forest, with tall trees and a path splitting the middle, leading to a mountain range she recognized from the northeastern part of Nalzambor. She couldn’t see one single flaw in the painting. It appeared as real as if it were a window.
    Whatever creature painted this is a marvel.
    A little uncertain if the mural was real or not, she leaned forward to touch the wall with her fingertip.
    It can’t be real. Selene, something’s