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Authors: Craig Halloran
Terror At The Temple (Book 3) (17 page)
Chapter 1: Chronicles of Dragon 4
I felt like I’d gone days without water when I opened my eyes up. A soft soothing light was in my eyes, but I still felt weary.
“Uh… where am I? Ben?”
The smell of sweet ginger filled my nostrils, and someone placed a cold damp cloth on my head.
“Sssssh. Rest, Dragon.”
The warm face of Sasha greeted me with a smile as she reached over and touched my face.
“Bayzog, he awakens again.”
Again? I didn’t remember waking the last time.
“It’s not time yet, Sasha,” Bayzog said. A faint image of him in his red wizard tunic caught my eye.
Her perfect lips started singing; the gentle, mystic words of an ancient lullaby churned in my ears.
“No, don’t do thaaaaaa—”
The soft lights turned dark again.
***
“Wake him up!”
Slowly, I opened my eyes, the thirst I remembered now gone. Then I saw Brenwar, as angry as I ever saw him before.
“What are you yelling for?” I said, shielding my eyes, squinting.
He whirled on me, so angry I could see the red behind his beard.
“WHAT AM I YELLING FOR!”
A large figure stepped between us. It was one of those Roving Rangers.
“Shum?”
“Get out of my way, Elf,” Brenwar growled.
“Brenwar,” Bayzog intervened, “now is not the time.”
“Oh, it’s the time, alright!”
Brenwar shoved past Shum, stuck his stubby finger in my face, and said, “Why did you leave me, Nath Dragon!” His voice cracked. “Why did you do that?”
I didn’t know what to say. I was feeling great, but I had the feeling I shouldn’t be.
“Why is everyone looking at me like that? Where's Ben? Is he alright? And how did I get here?”
Brenwar stood frowning and tapping his foot, Shum unmoving, Bayzog muttering and Sasha twitching her nose.
“What?” I said.
Bayzog took a seat beside me and said, “I’ll catch you up. Ben led you back here on the horses after you fainted.”
“Ah good, I knew Ben had it in him. I guess my wounds were much worse than I thought. So, where is he?”
“He’s with the Legionnaires, on a mission.”
“Huh, a mission. He couldn’t be on a mission already. Could he? Don’t they have to go through training?”
Brenwar stormed forward.
“Fool! He could have been on twenty missions already. He’s been gone for weeks. You’ve been asleep for weeks. I’ve been looking for you; my men have been looking for you, and we might never have found you if we hadn't come across that temple. And we might not have ever known you were there if we hadn't found this!” He held out a black Dragon scale. “And this led us here.”
I grabbed the scale with my left hand and pinched it in my fingers. My black Dragon fingers. I jumped off the couch.
“SULTANS OF SULFUR! I have two Dragon arms!”
“You can say that again!” Brenwar shot back. “You foolish Dragon!”
I touched my toes, my shins, my thighs, chest and face.
“Am I?”
“Just the arms, Dragon,” Sasha said. “You’ll be alright.”
“No, he won’t! He’d have been alright if he’d done as he was told. Dragon! What have you done?” Brenwar exclaimed.
“I saved Dragons!” I yelled back. “And if I’d waited on you, they’d probably be dead!”
I gazed at my scales, my hands, my claws. A thrill went through me. I felt unstoppable! But there was something else. The white spot of scales was on both palms in the middle.
Brenwar poked me in the chest, saying, “I was at the temple. I saw what you did. And your new friend, Ben, confirmed it. You killed again! Now look at you!”
“You started it!” I said, pointing at Brenwar.
“You did this, not I, Dragon! You ran off on your own, like a fool, and now you have twice the problem!”
“Don’t call me a Fool again, Brenwar,” I said, glowering down on him. I was ready to rip his beard off.
He rose up on his toes and said, “What are you going to do, Breathe on me? Fool!”
I took a deep breath.
He laughed at me.
Sasha’s vibrant form stepped between us. “Please, everyone, stop yelling. You aren’t children; you’re men,” Sasha said, gentle hands pushing me into the sofa.
Calmness fell over me.“We have to work together on this.” She said, eyeing all of us. “It’s that important. Bayzog, tell him.”
I slumped into the sofa, feeling incredibly angry and guilty, but I let Sasha’s charm calm me.
“Yes, Bayzog, Ben mentioned there was something you wanted to tell me. What is it?” I said, noticing my beard.
“Ugh! Really?”
Bayzog gave me a funny look.
I shook my head, which was beginning to ache, saying, “Go on then.”
“Dragon, I can’t say that I, o
r anyone in the world, for that matter, can understand your unique constitution―well, excluding your father, of course.”
My head started aching. What would my father think?“
“I don’t think things are as bad as they look, however. I would venture that it was inevitable that you would start turning into a Dragon eventually, and your scales, well, they aren’t a true reflection of your nature. Nath, we all know that you are good, as good a man as we all know, but there is darkness in all of us. No one person is perfect or without blemish; most just hide it better on the outside. That’s why it is difficult to tell the good people from the evil sometimes.”
“This isn’t helping, Bayzog,” I said, holding my head in my hands, irritated.
“Our deeds are what define us. Our actions. Our words. Not our garments, not our looks. What is inside a man, in his heart―his Dragon heart―is what counts. Keep doing what you are doing.”
“But I want to get rid of it.”
Sort of.
“And what if you can’t? Will you stop being good altogethe
r then? Will you join the Clerics of Barnabus?”
“NO!”
“So stop whining then,” Bayzog said.
“I’m not whining.”
“You are whining,” Brenwar added, folding his arms across his chest. “Like a baby orc.”
“Fine, I’m whining, but I’m sure all of you would do the same if you had these.” I lifted my arms. “I’m not going to be wooing the ladies like I used to; that’s for sure. But, I imagine I could be used in a carnival to frighten children.”
Brenwar harrumphed.
“I like them,” Sasha said, rubbing my scales, smiling. “I think they are marvelous.”
Her sweet words made me feel better; they really did. I guess I was just going to have to get used it, but I really needed to fix it.
“Bayzog, my father says there are many things in this world that can heal. Perhaps you can help me find some of those things. Maybe I just need a different Thunderstone or something.”
Bayzog walked over to his large table, opened his tome, thumbed through the pages, and threw his hands out. When he twitched his fingers, an image of a mystic amulet formed and hung in the air, gold and silver with a bright green gemstone in the middle.
“The Ocular of Orray. The legend says that it can bring health, peace and prosperity. Its powers have been known to cure lycanthropes and liches, and to restore the undead. Perhaps it can help.”
“So, where is it?”
Bayzog flicked his fingers. The amulet broke into several pieces.
“It was stolen from the elves in Elome a century after the last Dragon War, never to be seen again. According to the lore, the thieves broke it up into many pieces and spread them all over Nalzambor, for the Occular cannot be destroyed.”
“So, who stole it? Who can go into Elome and steal anything?” Nath sighed. “It’s a fortress.”
“We’d have to ask the elves that,” he said, closing the book.
“So, I’m supposed to search the entire world for this Occular? I’d rather just save the Dragons.” I looked at Shum. “And what are you doing here?”
“I have an interest in the power of the Occular as well. Remember my King? He needs the healing, too.”
“I see. And what about the Dragons? I’m not going to abandon them for this quest.”
Brenwar shoved my sword and scabbard in my chest.
“We won’t!”
Bayzog and Sasha donned their traveling cloaks.
“Where are you going?”
“With you,” Sasha said, tying the neck with the magic of her fingers. “I’ve been needing to stretch my legs. Bayzog has kept me cooped up in here too long.”
It seemed everybody was ready for a trip but me as I shook my head and rose to my feet.
“So, now I need supervision everywhere I go?”
“And then some,” Brenwar huffed. “Let’s go!”
“Fine,” I said, buckling my sword around my waist as Sasha draped my quiver over my shoulder and handed me Akron. I was ready for anything. But before I closed my eyes, I said one last thing. “But I’m going to save whoever and whatever I want to. Agreed?”
Everyone shook their heads except Brenwar, who laughed.
“Well, let it never be said I didn’t consort with highly unreasonable people.”
As soon as I closed my eyes, the adventure began.
About the Author
Craig Halloran resides with his family outside of his hometown of Charleston, West Virginia. When he isn’t entertaining mankind, he is seeking adventure, working out, or watching sports. To learn more about him, go to:
www.thedarkslayer.com
Other works by the author
The Darkslayer: Wrath of the Royals (Book 1)
The Darkslayer: Blades in the Night (Book 2)
The Darkslayer: Underling Revenge (Book 3)
The Darkslayer: Danger and the Druid (Book 4)
The Darkslayer: Outrage in the Outlands (Book 5)
The Chronicles of Dragon: The Hero, The Sword and The Dragons (Book 1)
The Chronicles of Dragon: Dragon Bones and Tombstones (Book 2)
The Chronicles of Dragon: Terror at the Temple
Zombie Day Care: Impact Series: Book 1
Zombie Rehab: Impact Series: Book 2
Jerk of All Trades: It’s not him; it’s them
In the works by the author
The Darkslayer (Book 6)
The Chronicles of Dragon (Book 4)
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