Spark of Lightning: Storm Warden Chronicles Book 1 by Jessica Gunn

Author:Jessica Gunn [Gunn, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-13T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

My three guards brought Zezza and me into the center of the village. A few people milled about, going about their days like nothing was amiss. They all wore simple, but colorful clothing appropriate for warm, sunny days and seemed to be from all walks and ethnicities, the same you’d find in the mortal weave. Not a single person did do anything to indicate anything was different than usual even when they first saw me or Zezza. That they didn’t stop and stare at her made me turn to the skies. It was such a different experience compared to back in Boston that I couldn’t help but look at everyone and everything in wonder and awe.

Dragons were commonplace here. Both shifters and the real deal. Why else would they not think anything of Zezza? If anything, I was the odd one out.

Just as I was beginning to feel safe and at home, one older man, his face wrinkled with age and time and many red and orange scales, stared at me from the window of his home. His dark eyes narrowed in a sort of accusatory curiosity that set me on edge. I shuddered and turned away, deciding to ignore the look. He didn’t know me, nor I him.

And then, several other older dragon shifters did the same. Their joyful faces became wary at the sight of me. They pulled kids inside houses and even drew some curtains shut.

“Did I do something?” I asked Eli as we walked.

“Not you,” Elena said before pushing past Eli to charge on ahead.

It was the only response I received before we came to a stop outside the largest of the structures, a several stories tall white and grey stone masterpiece straight out of the Byzantine era. High archways with vines tangled around them swept gracefully over the outside, creating an image of grace amongst strength. Sort of like the dragons from myth. The archways had half-domes beneath them carved with images of more of the same themes, dragons flying high in the sky.

Eli set his hands on an exterior door, wooden with metal hinges and stained-glass pieces for windows. Here, the glass depicted not a dragon or a landscape, but a singular person with a lightning bolt in their hand. A bit like Zeus, actually.

Warden of the Storm.

The title swam through my mind again on the echoes of Keir’s voice.

“Through here,” Eli said.

I caught him watching me, a ghost of a smile on his face from my wonder at the image in the stained-glass. I couldn’t hide it. As terrifying and confusing as all of this—dragons, the Lair, the supernaturals—was, it was awe-inspiring, too. The kind of escapist fantasy humans had always loved and told stories about.

Most of us spent our entire lives dreaming of being something more. Now since the meteor strike, a few of us, every now and again, got to be.

Inside the beautiful building, the air was instantaneously cooler. Dryer, too, as if this town wasn’t situated inside of a tropical jungle.

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