The Dragon Savior of Tone: World of Tone: Book 2 by A. D. Adams Read Free Book Online
Authors: A. D. Adams
village. The men had been drinking brew. When we went into the village, the population offered food, but the men wanted the women and they started grabbing them. The village men started defending the women and it turned into a fight. The soldiers began killing the men and then everyone.”
“I see, did you kill anyone?” Naron asked quietly.
“I was forced to kill a young one. The soldiers forced me,” he said with tears in his eyes.
“Tell him how old the one you killed was,” Rammy grumbled with anger. Her father held up his hand to his daughter and smiled.
“Maybe six set of seasons,” he said, trying to squeeze back into the chair.
“Do you have anything else to tell me?”
“No, sir.”
“Have you ever seen the great falls?” Naron asked.
“No, no sir.”
“Come with me,” Naron said with a smile.
The youth followed Naron to the opening in the wall. “Step out; you will get a much better view.” He stepped out on the small ledge. Naron reached out and pushed him off. He fell hundreds of man lengths to his death.
“Father, I thought you were going to let him live. The way you were acting it seemed.”
“It seemed I was his friend. It's much easier to get information from someone when they trust you. You know I would never allow a child killer to live. You went to the village, I assume?”
“It was a strange thing. The bodies had all been buried in a long mound. It looked to me as if a dragon buried the bodies.”
“Dragons do not bury human bodies,” Naron said.
“There's more. The dragon tracks were the largest I have ever seen. Plus, I found this,” she handed her father the crystal talon.
He examined it. “No dragon has crystal talons. Something is happening. Come with me.” Naron walked back into the main cave and then through a second opening that led into a room full of books. Rammy followed her father. She knew the room well; it was where she learned to read the ancient languages. She also remembered playing on the floor while her father read and studied.
Naron walked to a bookcase, pressed on a knot in the wood and the case swung in. She had never seen this; he waved her into the small room. On a wooden pedestal sat a text with no title. It was made of a strange material. It looked as if it was made of scales. On its cover was a series of simple drawings. The first looked like a dragon and human standing next to each other. The next drawing showed two humans standing next to each other, and the dragon was gone. The last two drawings showed two dragons next to each other, and the humans were gone. Finally, it showed a dragon and a human.
“What is that? What is it made of?” she asked her father.
“It is the most ancient text, perhaps in the world. I don't know who wrote it, but it tells of a time when the world is failing. The planters couldn’t feed everyone, humans fought with each other, and much of the land was controlled by a dark power. It tells that the Draman will rise to fight for life. As to what it is made of, I believe it's made of dragon skin. The skin is thinner than the beast skin we use and much stronger,” he said as he opened the cover. She looked at the first page and read,
“He who will come will be a man, a dragon, a Draman.
He will possess the power, the power of nine.
The eight will show his greatness, the ninth will save all.
She will be a dragon, a woman, a Wogan.
She will possess the power, the power of love.
The power of love will control, control the Draman.”
He turned the page and she continued to read,
“The Draman's power of eight are shown upon the amulet, the amulet of Tycarr
Power one, the power of healing, the Draman will heal all whom he touches.
Power two, the power of sound, the Draman can destroy upon a word.
Power three, the power of movement, the Draman can move with the speed of silence.”
“The next page is mostly missing. It looks as if it was bitten off, by what, I can't
“I see, did you kill anyone?” Naron asked quietly.
“I was forced to kill a young one. The soldiers forced me,” he said with tears in his eyes.
“Tell him how old the one you killed was,” Rammy grumbled with anger. Her father held up his hand to his daughter and smiled.
“Maybe six set of seasons,” he said, trying to squeeze back into the chair.
“Do you have anything else to tell me?”
“No, sir.”
“Have you ever seen the great falls?” Naron asked.
“No, no sir.”
“Come with me,” Naron said with a smile.
The youth followed Naron to the opening in the wall. “Step out; you will get a much better view.” He stepped out on the small ledge. Naron reached out and pushed him off. He fell hundreds of man lengths to his death.
“Father, I thought you were going to let him live. The way you were acting it seemed.”
“It seemed I was his friend. It's much easier to get information from someone when they trust you. You know I would never allow a child killer to live. You went to the village, I assume?”
“It was a strange thing. The bodies had all been buried in a long mound. It looked to me as if a dragon buried the bodies.”
“Dragons do not bury human bodies,” Naron said.
“There's more. The dragon tracks were the largest I have ever seen. Plus, I found this,” she handed her father the crystal talon.
He examined it. “No dragon has crystal talons. Something is happening. Come with me.” Naron walked back into the main cave and then through a second opening that led into a room full of books. Rammy followed her father. She knew the room well; it was where she learned to read the ancient languages. She also remembered playing on the floor while her father read and studied.
Naron walked to a bookcase, pressed on a knot in the wood and the case swung in. She had never seen this; he waved her into the small room. On a wooden pedestal sat a text with no title. It was made of a strange material. It looked as if it was made of scales. On its cover was a series of simple drawings. The first looked like a dragon and human standing next to each other. The next drawing showed two humans standing next to each other, and the dragon was gone. The last two drawings showed two dragons next to each other, and the humans were gone. Finally, it showed a dragon and a human.
“What is that? What is it made of?” she asked her father.
“It is the most ancient text, perhaps in the world. I don't know who wrote it, but it tells of a time when the world is failing. The planters couldn’t feed everyone, humans fought with each other, and much of the land was controlled by a dark power. It tells that the Draman will rise to fight for life. As to what it is made of, I believe it's made of dragon skin. The skin is thinner than the beast skin we use and much stronger,” he said as he opened the cover. She looked at the first page and read,
“He who will come will be a man, a dragon, a Draman.
He will possess the power, the power of nine.
The eight will show his greatness, the ninth will save all.
She will be a dragon, a woman, a Wogan.
She will possess the power, the power of love.
The power of love will control, control the Draman.”
He turned the page and she continued to read,
“The Draman's power of eight are shown upon the amulet, the amulet of Tycarr
Power one, the power of healing, the Draman will heal all whom he touches.
Power two, the power of sound, the Draman can destroy upon a word.
Power three, the power of movement, the Draman can move with the speed of silence.”
“The next page is mostly missing. It looks as if it was bitten off, by what, I can't
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