Kill the Dragon (Lake of Dragons Book 1) by E. Michael Mettille

Author:E. Michael Mettille [Mettille, E. Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: TMR Books
Published: 2021-05-14T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Rebellious Pupil

The world blazed in brilliant glory as Maelich’s eyelids first fluttered then snapped open. It couldn’t have been much before or after midday. He blinked a few times before scrunching his whole face up, as if the added weight of his cheeks or brow would help to protect his sleepy eyes from the glaring sunlight. When he opened them again, they were no more than slits, barely wide enough to let even the essence of light in. It was enough. Mere moments passed before he could open them wide to let the light in.

His head wasn’t nearly as bright as the sky just then. The sun did wonders to chase away the fog, that slow grogginess typically saved for early mornings. It lingered like the last lonely bloke left at the pub, dreading his return to real life, clinging to the security of his near-empty pint the barkeep refused to refill. A few deep breaths fully chased the sleep hangover away, and Maelich’s senses finally began registering reality.

Even with his senses functioning at full capacity, it still felt he was trapped in a dream. The sun blazed mercilessly above him, cooking him like a thick slab of meat over a fire. Though he felt the intense heat burning his exposed skin, it wasn’t uncomfortable. Not a drip of sweat clung to him. A light breeze, barely notable, blew about the heat. As faint as it was, he could feel every hair on his arm moving. Each individual hair gently danced in the light breeze, and he felt every movement. More than that, the glory of the bright sun, which had nearly blinded him moments prior, faded to something more akin to the smoldering remains of a dead torch. Everything was just as bright as it had been, but it no longer hurt his eyes. All his senses seemed to be in overdrive, yet something was protecting them from extremes.

Once Maelich accepted that the sun wasn’t burning him—even though it should have been—he realized in what an awkward position he had woke. He was curled nearly in half with his right shoulder twisted up so it rested on his left knee. He prepared to move his head. The thought seemed a bit silly. However, the way his body was twisted, he knew it was going to hurt. Bracing himself, he turned his face toward the sun. It didn’t hurt at all. No lightning flashes of pain raced through his shoulders or down his spine. A grin slipped onto his lips. He wasn’t stiff at all. In fact, he felt completely refreshed.

A quick glance around chased away his joy as quickly as it had come. The altar beneath him was unfamiliar, but the rest was as fresh as the cool, mountain air. Brerto, Jom, everything flooded back in. Alharin spread out around him. However, the beautiful garden he remembered was now scorched and dead. His eyes quickly scanned the area, searching for Jom’s carcass. It was gone, but the memories of what that old bastard had done to him remained.

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