Last of the Dragorn by Philip C. Quaintrell

Author:Philip C. Quaintrell [Quaintrell, Philip C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Quaintrell Publishings Ltd
Published: 2020-09-20T16:00:00+00:00

The remainder of their flight took a little longer than expected - the northern winds blowing south off The Vengoran Mountains were a force to be reckoned with.

They eventually soared over the town of Dunwich and on to The Black Wood beyond. Athis flew low, revealing his incredible speed as the tops of the trees whipped past below in a blur of green.

Coming across the The Rebellion’s camp in the heart of the forest, the dragon climbed again and circled round, bringing his speed down until he was able to hover over the space that had always been allocated to his bulk. Those below were battered by his beating wings, but none moved from the awesome sight of watching Athis descend among them.

Jumping down, Inara could sense the exhaustion that weighed on Athis. The muscles around the joints of his wings ached and his claws felt heavy. She patted him on the side and walked up to stroke under his jaw.

Rest a while before you hunt.

You will hear no argument from me…

Inara left her companion and made her way further into the camp, where King Dakmund’s tent stood above all others. With every step she could feel the discomfort of her trepidation. She had faith in her father to find Asher, and the ranger had proven time and again that he could find anything, man or beast. Still, the Guardian couldn’t help but fear the worst. If they were yet to return, she would give them the night. After that, Athis would fly them to Erador, alone.

Along the way, she tried to take her mind off what she might or might not find at the end of her walk. There were still dwarves, mostly families, in the camp. Inara greeted as many as she could, offering reassuring smiles and nods of the head.

The sound of children laughing was heartwarming and it brought a smile to Inara’s face when they came running out in front of her, halting her stride. Watching them run off between the tents, she was reminded of her own youth and days spent running around with Alijah.

Then, for the very first time in her life, Inara Galfrey thought about children. As a young girl, she had likely dreamt of having a family one day, much like her own, and raising children in the same manner as her parents. Such thoughts had faded since bonding with Athis, making her indifferent to the idea.

The Guardian sighed. She still had so many new emotions and thoughts to deal with as her human side emerged all the more. Life had certainly been simpler under Athis’s guiding influence…

Leaving the dwarven children to play, Inara returned her attention to the path. She was stopped again by the figure standing in her way.

Vighon…

Inara was instantly elated and disappointed at the same time. The northman stood before her, a shadow of his former self. His clothes were filthy and the fur-lined cloak that hung over his shoulders was tattered and caked with mud. A neglected

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