Kindling Ashes: Firesouls Book I by Laura Harris

Author:Laura Harris [Harris, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781291841183
Publisher: Lulu.com
Published: 2014-04-21T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 15

The mountains rose high, piercing the deep blue sky. Giselle struggled to contain herself. A mass of dark green covered the rocky slopes and even from so far away she recognised it as the trees she had flown over with Baltair in his memories.

“We made it. We’re home,” she whispered, staring up above them.

/Home,/ Baltair rumbled in reply, strength filling his voice. A dash of new memories ran through them both; playing in the snow as hatchlings, breaking down the pine trees when they were almost grown, the first hunt…

They breathed in the mountain air together and Giselle clung to Baltair. Gerard was pointing out the village up ahead, but it meant they were even closer to the time when Baltair would have to leave. She had no memories of this place; she had to rely on his. Would she still have those memories when he was gone?

The thought of not having his steady voice always with her sent a lump flying to her throat, like she’d swallowed a fish bone and it had got caught.

/Giselle…/

He wanted to comfort her, but there was little he could say. She could feel his own regret, mixed with a longing that he tried to hide that still burned her. And yet they didn’t even know where the eggs where. Sometimes she wondered if it was necessary – but then she saw Garth, weaker every day and rolled up in blankets in the back of the cart. Everyone knew his dragon was killing him, but no one dared say it. Baltair was terrified every time she had just a coughing fit.

Everyone’s footsteps got faster as they walked towards the village. Henry bounced next to the old horse that plodded along dutifully. Sarra and Gerard both wore wide smiles. This was home for them. Cridhal, it was called. Only a village, so close to the mountains, but it had been the centre of dragon relations for years. They had both grown up here and so had most of the famous Fliers whose stories had travelled as far as the capital sixteen years on.

The village got closer and closer until they could see people wandering about. A few of them stopped and turned to look. The nearer they got, the more Giselle felt like Baltair was expanding in her mind. Something was rising and neither of them understood it, except that this place was important. Something momentous was here.

The eggs?

/No… something else. Something more./

Their pace sped up until they were walking faster than any of the others. Giselle heard Sarra call to her, but she couldn’t stop. The villagers were approaching, trying to talk but she ignored all of them as well. There was more here than just strangers.

The moment she stepped parallel with the first building, it clicked.

/Home. Simon./

“Simon!” she gasped, instantly understanding as the memories flooded her head. She broke out into a run.

Her feet had never trod this path before but she knew exactly the direction to go – to the west of the village, where some of the houses were built into the side of the mountain cliff.

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