Quest Of The Dragon Tamer (Book 1) by Cole Pain Read Free Book Online

become part of us. We don’t have the thread of the power. We don’t have the ability to invent magic. And just like us, there are other things, mostly non-living things, that are magical without using magic.
    “We were the guardians of such things, things the wizards wanted to hide from society. Even though magic was destroyed, those objects were still dangerous.”
    “Such as?”
    “Have you seen the crystal, the one Valor’s aide carries?”
    Ren nodded, recalling the red crystal Ista always twirled in her palm.
    “It’s the most dangerous object ever created. It’s connected to the Plains of Desolation. It commands the dead.”
    Ren shivered at Aidan’s words. The Desolation Plain was the realm between the life plain and the Abyss. The Mynher, the Watcher’s minion, lives there and is charged to catch spirits before they plunge to the Abyss. Most of the time dying souls descend too quickly to be caught, but at other times souls have a prolonged death and sink more slowly. If the Mynher succeeds in catching them before they fall, they are doomed to the desolate plain for eternity. The Mynher forever searches for a way to release them into the world to bring destruction to the living. Some in the Lands bow to the Mynher in the hopes he will ensnare them on their way to the Abyss so they might have another chance at life.
    “What can it do?”
    Aidan shook her head. “I don’t know. Our ancestors thought the less we knew of the magical items we possessed the safer we would be in the future. I disagree. I know just enough to be dangerous.” Aidan paused, creasing her brows in thought. “It’s made of silver dragon’s fire.”
    Ren started. Although he had seen the silver dragon and looked into its blue eyes he didn’t want to admit what he had seen. Magic was an enigma, a mystery better left alone. As Aidan held his gaze, he felt their connection sharpen with his panic. The peace he always sensed with her touch flooded through him. He relaxed, focusing on her words and not the implications.
    “How do you know?”
    Aidan lifted her brows, drawing emphasis to her violet eyes. “When you’re sleeping by the campfire, how do you know the fire is there when your eyes are closed?”
    “By the heat.”
    “That’s exactly how I can sense fire in the crystal,” Aidan said.
    Ren thought he understood. “But a silver dragon’s?”
    Aidan drew a slow breath, thinking over his question. “The crystal’s fire is alive. It moves and breathes. A campfire, a forest fire, does not breathe. It heats, it spreads, but it doesn’t move and breathe. Dragon’s fire does. It’s poison moves, taking over whatever lies in its path.
    “And there’s another quality I cannot put to words. I didn’t know what it was until I saw the silver dragon. The silver dragon has the same property, the same heat, the same movement, and the same breath.”
    Ren closed his eyes. Wizards of old claimed silver dragons were the most powerful creatures in existence. Their skin, their talons, the poison of their flames, all were used to invoke powerful magic.
    Although silver dragons didn’t use magic directly, in a sense, they were magic.
    “Ista knows I can tell her the secret to unlock the crystal’s power.”
    “I thought you said the crystal’s secret had been lost long ago.”
    Aidan smiled again. “Magic is a gift from the Maker. Therefore, I understand magic. To me, its rules and laws are as simple as right and wrong. This world is governed by the threat of light versus darkness. The Maker fights for this world to be light while the Watcher fights for this world to be darkness. Each thing has the possibility of becoming good or evil. The silver dragon isn’t exempt from this universal truth. Its return heralds magic’s rebirth. Magic’s return can bring ceaseless beauty and allow light to rule, but it also brings the threat of total destruction, through the darkness.”
    “Dragon’s fire,” Ren said, suddenly realizing