Dragon School: First Message by Sarah K. L. Wilson

Author:Sarah K. L. Wilson [Wilson, Sarah K. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-03-29T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

The Garrison was a massive, sprawling heap of buildings, pavilions, archery ranges, fencing rings, stables and dragon cotes. Approaching it from the air, I felt a stab of terror. It lay across the plain in the area between the two sky cities. Their massive construction hung above us, dwarfing even dragons into inconsequential specks.

Hardly inconsequential.

I’d been staring and staring at the sky cities for the past hour, barely wanting to blink there was so much to see. Roads led to the towers beneath the sky cities where baskets hauled a steady stream of traffic up and down. Dragons flew in a continuous ring round the cities, a black mass of defenders in motion as constant as heavenly bodies, speckled occasionally by fleets of Reds, pods of Greens or Golds, and the occasional solitary White. I saw no other Purples.

I told you we are rare. You’re lucky to have met three of us.

The Garrison was like the black shadow under the sky cities, merging on the edges with the other cities below the sky cities, but separate from them. It must have housed thousands of soldiers, officers, and Dragon Riders.

Tens of thousands.

Black and Red dragons moved to and fro from the Towering cotes on the south side. Someone had built ragged towers on the four corners of the Garrison. They were spiky with men and weapons, the berms built between them carried a steady circling of men on watch. At the center of the Garrison, a massive black spire rose into the air.

I’d never been so nervous about entering a place before – not the sky city of Vanika or even Dragon School. There wasn’t a single person down there who couldn’t kill me in an instant.

And if they try, I’ll slaughter them by the thousand.

I thought he’d said there were tens of thousands.

Well, even I have limits on how much carnage I can make.

We banked down towards a huge open square in the center of the Garrison, the Black Dragon Riders who escorted us leading the way. As we landed, the buildings swelled in my view to full size. On one end of the square, a set of steps led up to what looked like a small palace. Behind it was the black spire I’d noticed before, a twisting mass of woven metal or something like it. I couldn’t tell if it was hollow or solid. There were no visible windows on the sides of it. Long white buildings laced with arches stood to our left and right, roads weaving between them and meeting here in the cobbled square. This place was old and well-used. How long had the Dominion kept a garrison here?

A few hundred years. This place is steeped in tradition. Try not to set a foot wrong.

We landed, and the Blacks dismounted at a stunningly quick pace, fanning out across the steps with weapons in proper display. The garrison here must have been used to frequent dragon landings in the square. The people along the edges of it continued with their work as if nothing was happening.

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