Dragon School: Starie Night by Wilson Sarah K. L

Author:Wilson, Sarah K. L.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sarah K. L. Wilson
Published: 2018-10-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

We traveled the rest of the morning in silence. Starie wanted me close to her, but she seemed to be done telling me her secrets. There was no love lost between her and the Grandis, though it was the Grandis who bound my hands when they loaded me onto the back of Starie's dragon.

"You wouldn't want her to push you off," she said by way of explanation. Starie had laughed at that as if it was the biggest joke in the world. After her revelations to me, she shouldn’t be so certain. I could almost do that without a qualm. When Jalla had wanted me to kill her war leader, I had never really considered obeying. This was different. This person wanted to destroy the world.

We traveled until noon, the dragons flying loops and circles to stay with the army and the Magikas whipping the walking dragons mercilessly to force them to pull the caged carts. Most of the carts held a dragon or sometimes even two of them, packed in the cages so tightly that they were like extra blankets stuffed into a chest. There were only two cages that held people and I watched the one with my new husband in it often.

Eventually, we reached the plains between the twin sky cities, angling to a spot just north of the torn and muddy plains. As the scene slowly grew clearer and clearer, I felt my breath quickening and my belly knotting.

It was here, in these mud holes and chewed up earth, that the battle for our future was being fought. It was in the ragged remains of Sky City and the stark silhouette of Dominion City that the generals and castelans planned the moves of their armies and dragons. It wasn't until we were closer that I could make out the sprawling camps of soldiers. Between the two armies, fragmented walls in various states of dilapidation wove twisting lines. Defenders clustered at the haphazard walls, clouds of Ifrits or bursts of colorful dragons breaking up the otherwise monotonous mud-tones of the battlefield. How many days had they fought? How many weeks.

"Many. The end draws near," Starie said. "We have pushed them almost to the edge of Sky City. We have ground them into paste beneath the feet of our soldiers. Our Ifrits have torn down their defenses and shattered their dragons. The end draws near. But none of us wants to lay siege to a city. A siege could go on for years. Best to draw them out. And that, of course, is why you are here."

On the north end of the battlefield where the landscape began to rise toward the northern mountains and hills, someone had erected a massive platform. It was on that platform that we landed when the sun was at its zenith.

Rocks had been thrown into a pile larger than my village to create the base of the platform, a timber floor laid over the rocks and a pair of towers built on the northern side of it.

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