Fate of Dragons: Dragons Rising Book One: An Epic Fantasy Read online

  Copyright © 2019 by Alisha Klapheke

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  PRINT book ISBN 978-0-9998314-5-8

  Created with Vellum

  For Amelia and Aidan

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Cast of Characters

  Sample of Band of Breakers, Dragons Rising Book Two

  Prologue

  Four kynd dwell upon the world,

  Water, Fire, Earth, and Air.

  Flaws and power,

  Magic and vice,

  All these traits they share.

  Then one breaks true;

  Darkness to rise,

  And the world begins to tear.

  ~a youngling’s chant from the age of Matriarch Elixane

  The dragon Matriarch flew as close to the sea as she dared, waves crashing against the island of Sugarrabota beneath her. Watching for swells of magicked salt water, she led her group above the coastline.

  The humans, eyeing her from their settlement below, had first reported the signs of the Sea Queen’s growing power. Rumbling earth. Beached sea life. Afraid and lacking the earth magic they once used to fight the sea, the humans had given the dragons permission to soar over their territory. Unlikely allies against a common enemy. When Matriarch Amona saw no further evidence of a coming flood, she banked away from the glittering ocean.

  A human female ran toward her, holding a tiny bundle in her arms.

  The way she moved caught at Amona’s heart. So fierce. So determined.

  She was fast. But the water was faster.

  As she shrieked for help, the sea heaved, and a wave ten miles across exploded over the wall protecting the human city.

  Dragonfire rumbled in Amona’s chest, her blood racing.

  She broke formation.

  The other dragons shouted through the Bond, a jumble of confused and afraid voices inside Amona’s head. They wanted to flee.

  The spelled salt water, deadly to any dragon, cascaded into the streets and over the buildings, rushing to swamp the entire city.

  The dragons begged Amona to leave.

  But she was their Matriarch, and they could not stop her.

  The water rose to the human female’s waist as Amona reached her. The dragon extended her talons. Their gazes met. The human recognized that Amona was not attacking, knew the dragon was trying to help. Amona could see the knowledge in the human’s round, brown eyes. The salt water rioted around them, splashing and full of spells.

  If that water took Amona down, she would die. The human knew it. She lifted the bundle as high as her small arms allowed.

  Amona grasped the baby in her talons, clutching on as gently as possible. The sea folk swarmed, arms and legs lined with fins, teeth like razors. The water bubbled to the human’s shoulders as Amona rose into the sky.

  “Her name is Vahly, Blooded for the battle!” the human shouted just before the sea folk pulled her under the vicious waves.

  Chapter One

  For the millionth time, Vahly reminded herself that she was no dragon. As the last surviving human—and possibly a future queen—hanging from the side of a cliff probably wasn’t the best idea.

  Muscles quaking, she blew the hair that had fallen from her braid out of her mouth and forced her body upward to grab a crack, her toe wedged into a tiny dish on the rock’s face. Sweat trickled down her temple and wet the linen shirt she wore under her laced, leather vest.

  No, this wasn’t the best plan.

  But it was thrilling.

  A curling, violet fern the size of Vahly’s fist appeared on a ledge not far from her right hand. Helena, the healer in the Lapis dragon clan, called it vivanias. She used it in medicines for the younglings. The stuff was rare as a cool day in summer, and Helena would pay handsomely for the small harvest. At least a ruby or a handful of old human coins.

  With that sum, Vahly could enjoy several rounds of dice at the cider house. Gambling was really her only true vice, and surely at least one such habit was permitted. Of course, she also did some thieving, but those days were seldom, and there was time enough to consider that when she wasn’t hanging from a cliff.

  She stretched to pluck the delicate fronds, but her short sword caught on a nub of rock and she nearly lost her hold.

  “Stones and Blackwater,” she snarled, trembling as she worked the sheath’s loop to the back of her belt.

  For all this trouble, she would demand three rubies and the coins from Helena. She tucked the valuable fern into one of the small bags at her belt. After all, no dragon could do this job. They’d never fly this close to the Sea Queen’s realm. One splash of recently spelled salt water and a dragon was injured for life, or quite often, died from the contact.

  As if the sea folk could read her thoughts, the ocean breeze blew in a rush of salty air that raked across one side of Vahly’s face.

  Shuddering, she imagined them far below, in the water, looking so much like humans, but with blue-green fins along their limbs and a taste for exactly her type of flesh.

  During a sea battle that happened long before Vahly was born, the Sea Queen had proclaimed her intention to cover the world in ocean water, flooding this last island of Sugarrabota and killing every creature left on land.

  Twisting, Vahly looked down.

  Two hundred feet below, the sea surged and swelled like the back of a great watery beast.

  Vahly’s foot slipped.

  Her fingers instinctively latched onto the mountain, and her nail ripped, pain searing her finger. Heart thrashing, she lifted her foot up and to the right, pulling up on a tiny crag.

  A rushing sound of water filled the air and roaring waves crashed into the cliffs. Spray reached like a clawed hand into the air.

  Vahly heard herself shriek.

  She scrambled to lodge her hands into a long fissure that ran along the upper half of the cliff’s face. The rock scraped at the back of her knuckles. Heart racing, she switched her feet, raising the left to stand on a higher divot in the rock. Her fingers numbed as she climbed, and with every breath, she feared the sea folk’s spelled wave would thrash higher and drag her into the depths.

  “This is not worth a game of dice,” she hissed as she jerked her way, higher and higher, to another ledge, to the next lip of rock that might hold her weight.

  The ocean roared.

  The tip of a wave crashed against her leg, soaking through her boot and trousers. She had to fight panic, reminding herself that she was not a dragon like her family. The spelled salt water would not burn her flesh to black or eat into her bones.

  But still, she could drown. Or the sea folk’s needle-sharp teeth could shred her body. With perfectly evolved fins and powerful water magic that controlled the tides, they would have no problem introducin
g Vahly to a gruesome death, as they had the rest of her kynd.

  From handhold to toe grip, with her torso and limbs burning, she climbed along the fissure to the top of the cliffs. Using bruised and bleeding hands, she dragged herself the rest of the way to safety. She rolled to her back and gasped for air.

  Once she could breathe normally, she leaned over the edge and glared at the rolling waters as they receded. “Getting a little out of hand, aren’t you?” she said, wryly.

  Had the sea folk been aiming for her specifically or was she in the wrong place at the wrong time?

  A tall rock, not big enough to be called an island, stood about fifty feet offshore. This season’s high water mark was nowhere to be seen.

  The oceans were definitely rising. And fast.

  Amona, Vahly’s adopted mother and the Lapis dragon Matriarch, had told Vahly the Sea Queen had figured out how to multiply salt water. With that information plus what she’d seen today, Vahly wouldn’t be surprised if the sea folk managed to overtake Sugarrabota in less than a season.

  Vahly ran a finger over the Blackwater mark between her eyebrows. The shimmering circle of darkness, with its highlights of yellow, red, green, and blue, represented the Source’s creation springs, the Blackwater. Born with the mark, the dragons considered Vahly as Touched and destined to become an Earth Queen.

  Only an Earth Queen could shake the seabed, beneath the Sea Queen’s wild waves, and drive the waters away from the land. If Vahly’s powers had awakened upon her physical maturity, she could have raised mountains like the Earth Queens of the past. Vahly could have protected her dragons and all the simplebeasts on land as well.

  But so far, Vahly had no power.

  No earth magic whatsoever.

  And at three and twenty, doubt swamped all hope of her growing into the Earth Queen everyone needed.

  The summer sun warmed Vahly’s blonde head and her tanned skin, the heat like a firm hand, steadying her. She didn’t have the power to fight the Sea Queen herself, but she could at least keep her dragon clan informed. With today’s ocean activity, they needed to clear the lowest levels of the palace. If the sea folk managed to flood the Lapis territory like they had the Lost Valley, the spelled salt water would kill thousands of dragons.

  Pulse kicking in her throat and pain lancing through her ripped finger, she took off at a run, leaping over a small bush of bright yellow brazenberries and a patch of citrus-scented greenery before heading down the steep slope that led to the entrance of the Lapis mountain palace.

  When she emerged from the narrow pass between the higher elevations near the sea and the lower region of Lapis territory, she remembered why she’d been off on a time-consuming, risky fern-gathering mission in the first place. Spending her day attending yet another dragon ceremony from the ground, as the only highbeast present without the power to fly or do any magic, was not her idea of an afternoon well spent.

  High above the palace that had been carved inside a string of seven mountains, every dragon from the surrounding four hundred or so miles flew in concentric circles, fully shifted into their dragon forms for the Dragonfire ritual.

  A rangy male named Xabier had reached maturity and had to go through the ceremony to receive his fire magic. After this, Xabier would be able to breathe fire from both his scaled human form and his full dragon form. Dragonfire was vicious. It burned through ground, through salt water—spelled or not—and made basic fire seem adorable.

  Most of the dragons present had Lapis blood and therefore boasted scales of deep blue veined with a golden color, much like their lapis lazuli stone namesake. Even after a lifetime of watching dragons shift into full form, the sight stole Vahly’s breath.

  A coming storm’s distant lightning flashed off the dragons’ massive, sinuous bodies and their crystalline spikes. Light scattered like diamonds.

  In comparison, Vahly was a slug.

  Of course, she liked herself well enough. She was no lazy slug. Not an ignorant slug either. Good with bow and sword. Better with cards and dice. But a slug just the same—fleshy, and pretty much useless in a world where war was a constant. The dragons with Jade blood disagreed with the Lapis way of fighting the sea folk. Every season, sometimes every moon cycle, strategy talks erupted into battles of fire and blood. And of course, the ocean provided a hearty helping of disaster with its spear-wielding sea folk.

  What Vahly wouldn’t give for even a touch of the dragons’ power. To stand as tall as two-and-a-half humans on end when in full dragon form. To breathe fire. To heal so quickly. To shrug off shell and coral blades like a mere splinter.

  The dragons soared higher, their semi-translucent wings rippling in the wind and their Dragonfire crackling between bouts of thunder. Lightning branched between them, making Vahly jump. Raising their heads, they made sure to breathe their mighty flames above one another. The flickering orange, yellow, and blue joined to form a ring of fire so powerful that Vahly saw the waves of heat from the ground.

  Her news about the ocean activity would have to wait. There was no interrupting a Dragonfire ritual. Fifteen-year-old Xabier would have his moment in the lightning storm, among his elders and their flames.

  When Vahly herself turned fifteen, her body had no idea that humans no longer existed. It changed in preparation for procreation despite the complete and total absence of a potential mate. Humans could not make children with dragons for a variety of reasons, one of which was that they were physically incompatible with regard to reproductive organs.

  But with these physical changes she went through, Vahly had hoped her powers would rise as they did in stories about humans, and in elves too, back when they had also roamed the island.

  When her magic did not bloom in time with her body, Vahly had gone to Amona in hopes her mother knew of a human power ceremony similar to the Dragonfire ritual. But Amona knew of none and didn’t believe such a thing had existed in the human culture.

  Vahly had searched the dragons’ records inside and out for any hint to discovering her earth magic.

  But there was nothing.

  When the Sea Queen flooded the last large city of humans, Bihotzetik, she’d also destroyed all of the humans’ records. When Vahly was a baby, the sea’s great maw had likewise swallowed the humans’ final settlement in what was now called the Lost Valley.

  The Dragonfire ritual ended, and Xabier landed to cheers from all the dragons in attendance. Unless he proved to be more suited to the kitchens or the smithy, the young male would join the other mature dragons in the fight against the sea. The dragons needed every warrior they could get.

  With a bright flash of fire, the dragons shifted out of their full dragon form and into their scaled human form. Dragon servants came forward to hand out cloaks with large holes for their wings, dresses which were also sewn to accommodate flying, boots, trousers, and all manner of jewelry. Though the dragons were never ashamed of their nakedness, they preferred velvets, brocade, rubies, and gold.

  When the dragons shifted to human-like forms, their scales diminished in size and grew delicate, curving around nostrils, ears, elbows, and eyelids not so different from Vahly’s own.

  The spikes faded in the fire of transformation, and the dragons now had long or short hair in shades of amber, chocolate, jet black, or flax like Vahly’s own braid. Dragon eyes were not like a human’s round version. Dragons’ slitted, reptilian pupils worked far better in the dark. The dragons’ fingers numbered five on each hand like Vahly’s, but their scaled digits ended in talons, a far thicker version of human nails, capable of cutting flesh or stone. Wings transitioned in a way similar to scales by simply decreasing in scale.

  Most dragons in attendance were from the Lapis clan though a good number of clanless individuals had come. Amona tolerated their presence near the Lapis mountain palace during the Dragonfire ritual because the more dragons that participated, the stronger the maturing dragon’s fire tended to become. It behooved her to welcome all, despite their defiance to her in the pa
st.

  Once all the dragons were in human-like form and dressed in their finery, Amona roared approval of the event. Her Blackwater mark shimmered in the uneven light, a near match to Vahly’s. Just as Vahly’s marked her as a potential Earth Queen, Amona’s told the world she was meant to be a dragon matriarch.

  Amona blasted a rippling stream of dragonfire into the steely sky.

  She had been the one to rescue Vahly, the last of her kynd, when the Sea Queen flooded the final human settlement. Amona was scary, but she also had a good heart, and Vahly had grown attached to her despite their differences and Amona’s oftentimes stoic demeanor.

  Nix—the clanless dragon who ran the cider house as well as an impressive ring of smugglers and spies—was Vahly’s only true friend. Nix slid away from the gathering as she fastened the last of her cloak's buttons—the dragons had openings in their cloaks, dresses, and tunics for their wings. Before taking off into the sky, she whispered to a nearby friend. The male laughed and reached out a hand to touch Nix’s bright azure wings. She slapped his clawed fingers away and flew off as the male shook his head.

  The cider house should be safe from flooding for the time being, Vahly thought. It was high on a ridge that overlooked the Lost Valley, and not prone to flooding like the lower levels of the palace might be.

  “Vahly!” In the air, Nix twisted to shout through the chaos, her red hair tossing about and her bright green, quadrant-cut cloak flapping in the wind like an extra set of wings. “I’ll need help at the cider house if Amona can spare you!” Dragons who bonded with the Lapis or the Jade, but then broke their bond gravitated toward the cider house for a variety of both honest and nefarious reasons.