The Second Symbol by Lana Axe

Author:Lana Axe [Axe, Lana]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fantasy, magic, dragon, sorcery, Adventure
Publisher: AxeLord Publications
Published: 2017-01-04T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

“Son of Dragons!” a voice rang out. The Cultists snapped to attention, forming a wide arc around the La’kertan.

Zamna allowed the door to bang shut behind him. Keeping his back straight and his eyes focused, he tried his best to look imposing. In truth, he felt ridiculous. He was no dragon, but these Cultists were too high on narcotics to know any better. They want a show, he told himself.

Lifting his arms high, he reared back his head and let out the deepest roar he could manage. “I am Zamna, Son of the Dragon,” he announced. “Who is your leader? I will not converse with a servant.”

The Cult leader stepped forward, and Zamna fought back the urge to roll his eyes. These people were far too easily manipulated.

“I am Jarraluc, leader of these brethren,” the elf said, bowing. “Forgive me, I did not see your eyes before. The humans were a distraction. I swear I will not make the same mistake again.”

Crossing his arms, Zamna eyed the elf closely. His eyes glowed red, the same as the La’kertan’s, but the elf’s pupils were dilated wider. The Cult’s leader had a wild look to him. Zamna suspected he was some sort of lunatic before finding his way to Ayumai.

“You are welcome here, Son of Dragons,” the elf went on. “Please, join us.”

Raising an eyebrow ridge, Zamna considered the invitation. He could probably take over the place and get these gullible men to do whatever he asked. All of their wealth could be his, and he could send them out to do the jobs he no longer wished to do. Fortunately for them, Zamna wasn’t in that sort of business anymore. He had no desire to take over as leader, nor did he want to remain here any longer than he had to.

“I have traveled from afar,” Zamna said, his voice booming. “I bear an offering for my dragon brethren.” Elevating them to his level seemed the best compliment he could give them. Hopefully he now had their full attention. “My human companions and I have brought a gift of lophophora to aid in the rituals of the dragon.”

The Cultists exchanged glances, muttering among themselves. They seemed to be weighing the value of his gift. The leader held up his hand to silence them. “This is a generous gift you bring,” Jarraluc said. “No doubt, you will require something in return.”

“My human kinsmen would like to enter your shrine,” Zamna replied. “And we would like to converse with the dragon who dwells among you.”

Jarraluc twitched a finger at one of the elves, who shuffled over to the entrance. With a nod from his leader, the elf opened the door, allowing Taren and Imrit inside.

“Greetings,” Jarraluc said. “You are welcome here as guests of the Dragon’s Son, but only so far as you mind your manners.”

The pair said nothing, instead waiting to hear what Zamna would say next. He had already gained their entry. There was only one thing left to do.

“Master Imrit,” Zamna said.

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