Frying Night by T.L. Christianson

Author:T.L. Christianson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: T.L. Christianson

Fourteen

Ashe

As worldly as Syd was, I was still surprised by how soft she could be. At Balaur Academy, we received our dragons when we were around twelve.

Here, the dragon chooses their person, whereas we used the person as bait to lure in the dragon back home. These had to be just two sides of the same coin. They had a similar bond with their dragons, maybe not as close as we were with our dragons, but they obviously shared the same type of soul bond.

Was this why some children of Dragonborn were mundane? They simply didn't have a dragon match.

I glanced over at the translator, "Excuse me, Milo?"

"Yes, my Lord," he replied in a hushed voice. "Are these children Dragonborn or mundane?"

"No one is Dragonborn until chosen."

I nodded, but my mind was blown. Back at Briony, Dragonborn people had Dragonborn children. It was thought to be genetic, inherited—like blue eyes or freckles. If anyone could be Dragonborn, then everything we knew about our world was turned upside down. Did this mean that mundanes could have the dragon sight—the ability to see auras and hear wyverns too? Did this mean that there really was no such thing as Dragonborn or mundane? Was this some kind of fucked up lie to hold on to power?

How did Angie have dragon sight? Was she really a mundane?

If these revelations were true, this had far-reaching consequences for the Dragonborn back home.

Leaning toward the translator, I asked, "Do any Primes have children out there?"

"Yes, sir. The dark-haired boy is the child of Amira and Melian."

"Are they Primes?"

"Amira is, but Melian is not," he answered. I nodded, but didn't say anything, so the man took that as his cue to continue, "There could very well be carnage today."

It happened, even at Briony and the academy, but I didn't want to scare Sydney. It was part of life, part of going through the ritual, and part of just being Dragonborn. Dragons were dangerous. There was no denying that.

I stared at the small boy Milo pointed out. Was this ability to form a bond with a dragon genetic or something else?

"Milo? If the child isn't chosen, will he be allowed to try again?"

"It depends if the Oracle chooses him or not."

"The Oracle?"

He nodded.

"How are they chosen by the Oracle?" I asked, eyeing the egg as the hatchling struggled to free itself.

"I don't know, sir."

"How does the Oracle choose?" I pushed on him with compulsion.

The translator hesitated—he honestly didn't know. His mundane mind hadn't been compelled, either. This was precisely why Kastian needed his bond. He had to be able to push mundanes to silence if only to protect them from other Primes. How long would he be able to hold onto power without a Tetrad bond? Days? Months? Years?

I didn't understand why they didn't just let the dragons mate. Was Kastian's bond a fake?

How could he know if Lyra was his bondmate if the bond hadn't started yet?

I'd never heard of anything like this, even among wyvern bonds, which were pretty common back home.

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