The Confliction (Book Three of the Dragoneers Saga) (Dragoneer Saga)

The Confliction (Book Three of the Dragoneers Saga) (Dragoneer Saga) by M. R. Mathias Read Free Book Online Page A

Book: The Confliction (Book Three of the Dragoneers Saga) (Dragoneer Saga) by M. R. Mathias Read Free Book Online
Authors: M. R. Mathias
Herald’s plan?”
    “Your Hazeltine witches are in it now,” March informed. “We are expected to attack the temple with them tomorrow. The rangers are camped just beyond the ridge, resting and readying for war. Rikky is with them. They will be moving just after midnight, and won’t stop until the battle is over.
    “Won’t they be buried in the snow?” Jenka sighed a bit of relief. He was pleased that he didn’t have to lobby anyone for help rescuing Zahrellion. It was an inconvenience that he and Lemmy would have to get back and warn her before the attack started, but he had to let her know. King Blanchard deserved to know, too.
    Rest, Jenka,
Lemmy said. It was clear he enjoyed being able to use his ethereal voice again.
We will have to be up early, you and I. I’ll be in Clover’s study inking the temple and the grounds as we saw from above.
    “Make two copies, if you can, Lem.” Jenka gave his lifelong friend a pat on the shoulder. “I’m sure Herald and Mysterian would like one, too.” He knew Lemmy didn’t need sleep like a full human did. Lemmy once said he could stay awake for days.
    I will, but after I check on Tkux and his band of ogre-kin.
    “They’ve made a mock saddle for sizing already,” Aikira said. “It looks like it will work great on the smaller dragons, but Blaze and Crystal nee—”
    “Crystal needs to be told, too!” Jenka said suddenly.
    “Sleep, Jenksy,” Marcherion insisted. He still looked angry, but it seemed he was glad to have something to do. “Blaze and I will go find Crystal.”
    Relieved, Jenka put his head in his hands and fell asleep.

Part III
    The Temple of Dou

Chapter 9
    “These horn-headed creatures are big and strong like Gravelbone was, and they are thinkers,” Mysterian told Herald and some of the rangers as they trudged through thigh-deep snow toward the Temple of Dou in the dull blue moonlight. “They ain’t Gravelbone, though. Gravelbone is a demon. He was just using one of them horn-headed bodies.”
    “So we’re not up against a horde of demon-trolls then?” Herald asked sarcastically. “Just regular metamorphulated ones, ogres with whips of lightning, and winged threshers that can shock the hair right off an old man’s nards, is all?”
    “Don’t forget the druids.” Mysterian shook her head at him.
    “Nor the orcs and goblins,” Rikky added with a stifled laugh. He was struggling to move through the deep drifts with his peg-leg, and worse than that, he was hungry. “We are almost there, and I need to gather the Dragoneers.”
    “Be off then,” Mysterian said. “Keep the Sarax off of us and we can prevail in this.” Her eyes held Rikky’s a moment. “You tell Jenka I said that. Tell the Dragoneers to keep the sky clear of them larvae. We witches will get Zahrellion and King Blanchard out of there.”
    Rikky’s stomach growled audibly as he nodded that he understood. “Watch your arse, Herald,” Rikky said as he started hobbling away from the small clanking army of chuckling rangers, foresters, and bundled-up witches. He could hardly wait to get back to the castle and eat something.
    Sylva was watching over him, and came immediately down out of the sky to land smoothly in an open area of undisturbed drifts. She put her long neck near a tree. Rikky used the tree to help him mount the pewter-colored wyrm and they started up into the snowy night sky toward home.
    When Rikky came down into the rotunda, he could smell something savory: meat, he decided, is what it was. He learned that Jenka was asleep and Marcherion had gone, searching for Crystal. Aikira and Lemmy were looking at the sketches Lemmy had made of the temple. Rikky said hello and picked up one of the drawings. On the back, there were older drawings of some strange-looking contraption. “What’s this?” he asked Lemmy with genuine curiosity.
    Lemmy looked at it, and after a moment realized that he had drawn on the back of one of Clover’s drawings by mistake.
I’m

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