Dragon Tide: Chosen One by Sarah K. L. Wilson

Author:Sarah K. L. Wilson [Wilson, Sarah K. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sarah K. L. Wilson
Published: 2020-01-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“Finish it,” the Saaasallla said with an expression that reminded me of a snake right before it struck. “As the representative of our great Empire, I command you to take the girl to the Draven and open their Haroc. Place the Manticore upon it and win for us glory. But be sure they know you are a Rock Eater and the scion of the Saaasallla. All honor belongs to our Empire for this victory.”

Yeah, take the credit, Saaasallla. Why did Atura put up with this? She was doing all the work – work that I hated, but I had to admit that she’d worked hard and fought tough battles to get here – and now her father swooped in at the last second, lounged around on a chair underwater and then demanded full credit. Nice. It made me glad I wasn’t royalty. That seemed like a tough deal.

Something tingled at the back of my mind – a memory? No. I had no memories of anything to do with royalty. A brief glimmer of a golden dragon and then nothing. Who was he?

I needed to stop thinking about memories I’d lost – silly things from childhood no doubt. I was about to go and try a last-ditch effort to free the world that would likely end in my death whether I succeeded or failed.

My stomach clenched at the thought, but I fought down the feelings of nausea. I could do this. I had to do this. There was no one else.

I tried to think of my home, but when I thought back to it, I couldn’t remember where it was. Was it an island? My brow furrowed as I tried to dig for it. There had been people there who I cared about ... hadn’t there been?

Atura held out her hand and the guard gave her a rope. A quick tug on the rope startled me. It was attached to my collar. Had that been there all along?

I felt a stab of panic. Something wasn’t right.

The Saaasallla leaned forward in his throne.

“One last thing, sacrifice,” he said, looking at me. Was he talking to me? How was I a sacrifice? “That collar the Draven gave you can give you memories. Maybe you remember some of them?”

I flinched as old memories resurfaced. I was running through knee-deep mud trying to flee the Bubblers with my brother. He was crying from somewhere behind me. I turned to reach for him. His feet were stuck in the mud. I couldn’t budge them. The enemy was almost upon us.

The Saaasalla cleared his throat and I jumped, confusion filling my mind like a fog. I’d had a brother?

“Well, that collar can take memories, too. Isn’t that nice? I don’t want to touch your memories of the keys. We need those intact. But I’m fine with draining the rest. Branson had it set to a slow drain. I will speed that up. You’ll still remember that you’re losing them as they go, but I think that should keep you nice and calm as Atura leads you the Haroc, hmmm? And it will please the Draven.

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