The Chronicles of Dragon Collection (Series 1 Omnibus, Books 1-10) by Craig Halloran

Author:Craig Halloran [Halloran, Craig]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Children's Books, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy & Magic, Fantasy, Coming of Age, Epic, Sword & Sorcery, Children's eBooks, Science Fiction; Fantasy & Scary Stories
Amazon: B013VNYR74
Publisher: Two-Ten Book Press
Published: 2015-08-11T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11

The tide had turned. The dwarves had routed the soldiers of Barnabus. Nath had the Overseer by the throat and the amulet in his hand.

“Send the dragons away,” Nath ordered.

“Never!” Dormus said. “I’ll see our deaths first!”

Nath took the amulet and smashed it on a stone. The stone cracked.

Dormus laughed.

Squawk!

Squawk!

Squawk!

The dragons weren’t far away, and he knew they moved fast. It would be open season on him and the dwarves.

“Brenwar,” Nath yelled, “get over here!”

Brenwar pushed his way through the skirmish. Nath tossed the amulet on the ground.

“Smash it! Hurry!”

The war hammer went up and came down.

Krang!

The hammer hummed like a great chime, but the stone remained intact.

The dragons arrived. No sooner had they reached him than the dwarves initiated a full-scale assault. The first three of them were flung aside like toys. Others were stomped into the ground.

A white bolt shot from the sky.

Ka-Room!

A dragon roared. A smoking hole gored its side.

Bayzog hung in the air above. He yelled down. “I can’t hold them off! Do something!”

The Elderwood Staff sparked to life. White-hot light blasted from it and smacked into another dragon.

One by one, the dragons’ wings hummed to life, and slowly they sailed up and surrounded Bayzog.

“Dragon,” Ben said holding arrows, “I need your spit on these.”

Nath spat on the tips. They glowed to life.

Ben nocked and fired.

Whiz—Boom!

The arrow exploded into one dragon’s neck. It bucked in midair and crashed through the roof of a building below it.

Above, Bayzog tried to float away, but the dragons cut him off.

Nath couldn’t get up there. He couldn’t do anything. His friend would be dead any moment.

He slammed Dormus into the ground.

“Call them off!”

Dormus licked his bleeding lips and smiled. “No.” The Overseer might not be that formidable, but he made it clear that he was stubborn as an orc and loyal as a hound to the cause of Barnabus.

Ben nocked another arrow.

“No,” Nath said, “Bayzog’s too close.” Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Fang’s dragon hilt glimmering on Ben’s hip. He yanked his sword out.

It burned hot as a furnace on his fingers.

“No, Fang! I won’t let go this time!”

Sweat burst on his forehead. He hefted the sword over his head with both hands. Even though it weighed a ton, resisting him, he brought the blade down on the amulet.

Dormus screamed.

The stone shattered with a gale-like blast of air, knocking everyone off their feet.

Nath still held the burning-hot sword in his hands. “You need to trust me again, Fang!” He slid it in back into the sheath. Peeled his smoking hands off the hilt.

Bayzog floated down beside him.

“You did it,” the elven wizard said. He pointed skyward. “See?”

The dragons landed, scurried through the muddy streets, and disappeared into the farmland.

Nath saw a couple of smaller dragons fly through the night. “Did you see that?” Nath said.

Bayzog nodded.

Nath squeezed Bayzog’s shoulder. The elf had a nasty gash on his arm.

“Is that a flesh wound I see on you?”

“Better a flesh wound than a death wound,” Bayzog replied.

“Well, it took you long enough to get here, elf,” Brenwar said.

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