Dragonseers and Bloodlines: The Steampunk Fantasy Adventure Continues (Secicao Blight Book 2) by Chris Behrsin

Author:Chris Behrsin [Behrsin, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-20T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 14

THE TRIBESPEOPLE WERE MUCH FASTER on their feet than I. Although, to be honest, the majority of them hadn’t just taken a powerful dose of a tribal narcotic. Someone had supplied them with the blood of a dragon queen and some high grade secicao oil and paid a lot of money to do it. And whatever the purpose of my own blood in the ritual was, I had no idea. Whatever Colas was doing on this island, I had a feeling it was a lot worse than I first suspected. Somehow, it seemed, he was also involved in Finesia’s grand scheme.

Although the tribe had rushed ahead of me, still I ran as fast as my legs would carry me. I stumbled past Faso and Wiggea lying on the ground, not even bothering to check if they were okay. I could return to them later and I very much doubted right now that the tribe intended them any harm.

Velos, however, was another matter. The tribespeople were making all kind of shrill pitched war cry noises, batting their hands over their mouths, all the while whirling their spears above their heads as they ran. Every so often, I lost sight of them, but I could follow their sound and catch up again. Another of Velos’ roars bellowed out through the forest, causing them to stop in their tracks for a moment. Then they looked at each other, pumped their spears up into the sky with a frightening ferocity, and continued to rush towards the source of the noise.

“He won’t harm you,” I tried shouting after them. But I couldn’t raise my voice over the racket they were making. Although if Velos was threatened and Faso had accidently left the tap to his armour open when he crash-landed, then maybe the Gatling guns would annihilate them as soon as they got near.

I stopped just as the crowd had started to fan around Velos. I tried hard to push through their sweaty bodies, but they wouldn’t let me. So, I clutched onto one sturdy looking man’s arm and climbed up his shoulder, almost flattening him to the ground. I managed to pivot over him and landed just to see Velos gnash out at one of the tribesmen. The dragon ripped the spear out of his hand and tossed it high in the air behind him, causing the tribesman to raise a fist to the dragon in aggression as others came in with their spears.

“Velos, calm down,” I shouted. Then I remembered my dragonsongs. I started singing one with soft harmonious notes to placate him.

At first, he let out a resistant growl. Dragonsongs were great, but Velos’ self-preservation instinct would still prevail when in danger. “You’ll be okay,” I said. “These men are on our side.”

Or at least I thought they were. I wasn’t entirely sure. And as soon as Velos eased off a bit, they charged forwards with their spears. Velos roared again, and then he smothered the ground in front of him in orange flames.

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