Dragon Tide: Underworld by Sarah K. L. Wilson

Author:Sarah K. L. Wilson [Wilson, Sarah K. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sarah K. L. Wilson
Published: 2019-12-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

It was long minutes before I could speak. We just stood there together in the velvet dark, clinging to each other like two lost souls – maybe we were lost souls – though I felt like I’d come home now that I was in his arms again.

“I thought they’d killed you,” I said eventually, my voice thick with emotion.

“When they took us all at the Kah’deem, the Troglodytes attempted a rescue right away. They retrieved most of us, but there were too many Draven. The losses were too high and they had to pull back and abandon you. I begged them not to, but there were only a few Troglodytes left. They couldn’t risk Nasataa to keep fighting for you.”

I nodded then. I still couldn’t believe any of this. If my loved ones – Nasataa and Heron – were alive, could it be possible that others had survived, too?

“I would have done the same. Does that mean he’s okay? My baby dragon is safe?”

I could just make out his smile in the blue-green half-light. “He’s with the Blue Dragons in their land. So are Olfijum and Bareena. We’ll join him there. In a moment. When we’ve recovered.”

It was going to take longer than that for me to recover. I still felt each of those memories stitched to my soul.

“And the portal,” I said, stunned by all of this. “You really destroyed it? The Draven can’t get through?”

“The Troglodytes showed me how – made me swear that I would destroy it on our way out. It’s just a matter of pressing the right symbol.”

I shivered. I’d always pressed those at random. I could have destroyed a portal every time.

“And you really have all your memories back?” I had to keep asking. It was just too good to be true.

“I remember sitting on the driftwood with you when I was still no higher than my father’s waist,” he said in reply, leaning his forehead against mine. “I remember you pitching a fit because the shells on my sandcastle were prettier than yours.”

I laughed and snuggled in closer. He leaned his chin on the top of my head. His warmth was like the sun. I opened up to it, warmed to it, began to hope again.

“I remember when you made your first shell necklace to sell at Abergande and Renny was so proud. He showed it to everyone. He didn’t even sell it – did you know that? He stashed it somewhere and just paid you himself. Couldn’t bring himself to sell it to anyone else.”

“He did?” there was a tinge of sadness to my tone.

“That makes you sad?”

“Branson said that the Draven overran our islands and destroyed them. He said my parents are dead.”

Heron clucked his tongue. “And you believe him?”

“They’ve destroyed everywhere else, why not there?”

“Because the Havenwind Isles are in the middle of nowhere and there are no special keys or Chosen Ones there. I don’t believe it. I think he was trying to make you suffer.”

He’d succeeded.

Heron drew me closer, wiping my eyes with his thumbs – his touch feather-light.

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