The Sun Dragon by Annabelle Jay

Author:Annabelle Jay [Jay, Annabelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-12-20T23:00:00+00:00

PART TWO

THE DAY OF DRAGONS

CHAPTER ELEVEN

IN THE forest, under the cover of tree limbs and leaves spread like fingers, I followed Grian down the path recently left by a deer. Grian sniffed for her scent, the scent of the sweat on her strong legs and the bits of grass still stuck between her teeth, while I followed the prints left by her hooves. Together, we moved toward a clearing about five miles from the village. The forest was quiet, though when I listened closely, I could hear the swish of leathery leaves in the wind, the distant bird call, the whisper of the stream from which the Igreefee—previously the two tribes Igree and Figree before they reunited against the evil wizard Roland—caught their trout, pike, or salmon by waving wide nets in the water like giant bubbles trapped between two wooden dowels and a cotton string.

Then I saw her. Like a shadow, the doe flitted between trees, her white tail and spots making her an easy target. Quickly, I nocked one of my handmade arrows on my bowstring, pulled it back between three of my fingers, locked my arms, and released.

I probably would have hit my target, but before the arrows reached the breast of the doe, Grian spat a stream of yellow flames across the ten feet between us and our dinner, and burned the poor animal to death.

Grian! I chided, and he hung his head like a scolded dog. How many times do I have to tell you that we’re only allowed to use our magic to preserve nature here, not destroy it?

One of the Igreefee’s strictest rules was the Rule of Green Magic, which dictated that any magical being wanting to study their spells and enchantments had to do the following: 1) use it only for good, not evil or violence of any kind, and 2) go to the Cave of Pamuya (the water moon) or the Cave of Donoma (the water sun) and call the face of the moon or sun onto the water through meditation.

Grian sent me a picture of the two of us soaring through the clouds, my knees locked at his sides, my hands wrapped around his back spikes. Apparently this picture was supposed to remind me of how much I loved him, and it always worked—I could never stay mad at him.

Grian ate the meat he’d charred beyond edibility while I gathered nuts and berries for my own lunch. Though I thought occasionally of the cafeteria lunches I’d left behind—the fried chicken and mini pizzas and ham sandwiches—I didn’t miss those foods enough to go back. I did miss Victoria, but I knew she was probably immersed in her homework or in talking on the phone to Jason. Maybe by now they were even boyfriend and girlfriend.

Grian’s ears pricked up again, and I listened too. Someone approached on our left, their feet heavier than mine, and their legs covered by some kind of leather that thumped when it hit a branch. I nocked my bow again, and reminded myself that under no circumstances should I use my magic.

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