Dragon School: Pipe of Wings by Sarah K. L. Wilson

Author:Sarah K. L. Wilson [Wilson, Sarah K. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sarah K. L. Wilson
Published: 2018-08-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

We set out as soon as we were done with breakfast. Ephretti rode Bellrued while Tyalmae carried their baggage.

“Is it strange to be her apprentice?” I whispered to Lenora while we loaded Raolcan.

“She’s very strict, but very good at her job. I’ve learned so much about being a Green! Ephretti says she’s sure I’ll qualify for a Color once we find enough Greens for the ceremony. And ... well, I don’t know if you know but she has other very important interests, too.”

“She’s a Lightbringer,” I said with a nod.

Lenora nodded. “She has me copying out a book although I’m only about a third of the way through.”

I pulled out Talsan’s Ibrenicus Prophecies and showed them to her. “This book?”

Lenora laughed. “I guess we’re on the same track.”

“Did you see them calling up Ifrits from the ground at the Healing Arches?” I asked. For some reason, it seemed strange. I couldn’t quite put my finger on why.

“No. She spoke to another Dragon Rider who had seen it. Ephretti is ... high spirited. She doesn’t turn down a challenge. I don’t think she could walk away from this, even if it was only her and me who were going.”

It was strange that she was willing to put so much trust in me – a Purple trainee was hardly a warrior.

“And you?” I asked. “How are you?”

Her face turned pale. “I’ve seen things ... War is not something that should ever happen, Amel. No matter how hard Ephretti works there are always things we didn’t do, places where we didn’t arrive on time. Things that slipped through. Every time something like that happens, it’s so hard to pick up and get going again. Maybe someday I’ll be tough like her. Right now, I’m just holding on and trying to survive this war. Our generation of Dragon Riders is going to be like no generation before us. We weren’t trained in the halls of Dragon School. We were forged in the fires of war.”

She looked off into the distance like she was seeing the future.

“I wonder what the school will be like when all this is over,” I said, mounting Raolcan and strapping my crutch in.

“Better, I hope.” She smiled and opened her mouth to say more, but at Ephretti’s whistle she gave a quick wave instead and ran to mount Lypukrm. Ephretti sure was strict.

She is tough. But I think she is hiding something. Why would no other Dragon Riders go with her to these Healing Arches? Surely, they aren’t so beat down that they are war-weary already. Why did she make such an effort to keep you from talking to anyone else in the Ruby Iles? She and Lenora were clearly watching for someone like you to fly in so they could pounce on you before you spoke to anyone else. If a small effort could make a big difference you’d think at least some would be willing to go. I see Reds in the distance, just a few, but she said there were only Blacks and Whites here.

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