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Authors: Rebecca Shelley
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy, Magic, YA), Dragons, epic fantasy, childrens book, dragonbound, blue dragon, R. D. Henham
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one. Hopefully not poisonous.
But the waving fronds ran in a circle around Kanvar.
No time to load the crossbow.
Kanvar propped the crutch up under his left arm and pulled the sword from its sheath. It felt heavy in his hand at first, too big for him, too awkward. Then the runes flared to life, and the weight eased. The handle molded itself to fit his hand.
The serpent circled one more time and then shot toward Kanvar. He still couldn't see it in the tall foliage, just its track. Which meant the serpent was ahead of where Kanvar imagined it.
A great green coil slammed against the back of his legs and knocked him to the ground.
Then the serpent was on him, wrapping coil after tight coil around Kanvar's torso. But Kanvar had swung his sword arm out so it wouldn't be trapped against him. He hacked at the snake's body. The sword sank unhindered through the serpent. Kanvar barely stopped it in time from coming out the other side and slicing into himself again.
The coils fell away from Kanvar, and he staggered to his feet.
The massive serpent lay dead, severed in half except for a thin flap of skin. Kanvar wiped the green blood off the blade against Devaj's shirt which was still bound over the wound on his leg. Then he sheathed the sword and retrieved his walking stick.
A warm feeling of gratitude filled him that Devaj had taken the time to fasten the sword to Kanvar's belt. He must have hoped it would somehow keep Kanvar alive.
An amazing sword. He'd loved looking at it as a child while his father polished and sharpened it. But it had only been a thing of beauty then. Now Kanvar realized it had to be something far greater. He rubbed the hilt and felt a tingle of magic spread through his hand and up his arm. Powerful magic. No wonder the Maranie soldiers had feared to touch it and opted instead to burn it along with Devaj.
Kanvar let his hand linger on the tingling hilt. He'd used the sword to blind Dharanidhar, but there hadn't been time then to notice the power. Now, Kanvar strained his fevered mind to remember early lessons about the fall of Stonefountain and the Great War. There had been a legend in all of that about the golden king who carried a magic sword, forged with all the skill of the ancients and powers birthed by the fountain. A weapon created at the height of civilization for the most powerful man alive, Khalid, the Naga bound to the Great Gold Dragon King. But Khalid had been murdered in his sleep at the start of the revolution. No one knew what happened to the sword.
Kanvar imagined what it must have been like to live in the city at Stonefountain before it fell. Legend said the streets and buildings were all made of gold. And the golden king lived in a palace as big as all of Daro at the top of the hill where the fountain bubbled. It sounded perfect. Too perfect, and it had crumbled.
Sweat trickled into Kanvar's eyes and violent shivers took him. His fevered mind imagined he heard Abhavasimha's voice once again. And what do we have here? The Great Blue dragon held Devaj's limp body. Looks like the young Naga princeling. Such a fine prize .
"Devaj is a prince?" Kanvar muttered as he staggered his way along the river bank, pressing through the thick bushes and limping around wide trees that dangled roots and branches into the rushing black water. "Son of the Golden King? Heir to the throne of Stonefountain?" But that would mean Amar, Kanvar's own father, was Khalid's successor. But it couldn't be. Stonefountain had fallen a thousand years ago. Amar couldn't be that old.
Kanvar pictures Devaj's wild gold hair glimmering as it had when the soldiers marched him into the colony. Devaj had held his chin high and walked like a prince.
Kanvar staggered and nearly fell. He felt ashamed of his crippled body more acutely than ever before. He was a cripple, twisted, ugly. He dared not stand before Rajahansa, the Great Dragon King, even if Rajahansa was bound to Kanvar's father as he must be.
Kanvar stopped and
But the waving fronds ran in a circle around Kanvar.
No time to load the crossbow.
Kanvar propped the crutch up under his left arm and pulled the sword from its sheath. It felt heavy in his hand at first, too big for him, too awkward. Then the runes flared to life, and the weight eased. The handle molded itself to fit his hand.
The serpent circled one more time and then shot toward Kanvar. He still couldn't see it in the tall foliage, just its track. Which meant the serpent was ahead of where Kanvar imagined it.
A great green coil slammed against the back of his legs and knocked him to the ground.
Then the serpent was on him, wrapping coil after tight coil around Kanvar's torso. But Kanvar had swung his sword arm out so it wouldn't be trapped against him. He hacked at the snake's body. The sword sank unhindered through the serpent. Kanvar barely stopped it in time from coming out the other side and slicing into himself again.
The coils fell away from Kanvar, and he staggered to his feet.
The massive serpent lay dead, severed in half except for a thin flap of skin. Kanvar wiped the green blood off the blade against Devaj's shirt which was still bound over the wound on his leg. Then he sheathed the sword and retrieved his walking stick.
A warm feeling of gratitude filled him that Devaj had taken the time to fasten the sword to Kanvar's belt. He must have hoped it would somehow keep Kanvar alive.
An amazing sword. He'd loved looking at it as a child while his father polished and sharpened it. But it had only been a thing of beauty then. Now Kanvar realized it had to be something far greater. He rubbed the hilt and felt a tingle of magic spread through his hand and up his arm. Powerful magic. No wonder the Maranie soldiers had feared to touch it and opted instead to burn it along with Devaj.
Kanvar let his hand linger on the tingling hilt. He'd used the sword to blind Dharanidhar, but there hadn't been time then to notice the power. Now, Kanvar strained his fevered mind to remember early lessons about the fall of Stonefountain and the Great War. There had been a legend in all of that about the golden king who carried a magic sword, forged with all the skill of the ancients and powers birthed by the fountain. A weapon created at the height of civilization for the most powerful man alive, Khalid, the Naga bound to the Great Gold Dragon King. But Khalid had been murdered in his sleep at the start of the revolution. No one knew what happened to the sword.
Kanvar imagined what it must have been like to live in the city at Stonefountain before it fell. Legend said the streets and buildings were all made of gold. And the golden king lived in a palace as big as all of Daro at the top of the hill where the fountain bubbled. It sounded perfect. Too perfect, and it had crumbled.
Sweat trickled into Kanvar's eyes and violent shivers took him. His fevered mind imagined he heard Abhavasimha's voice once again. And what do we have here? The Great Blue dragon held Devaj's limp body. Looks like the young Naga princeling. Such a fine prize .
"Devaj is a prince?" Kanvar muttered as he staggered his way along the river bank, pressing through the thick bushes and limping around wide trees that dangled roots and branches into the rushing black water. "Son of the Golden King? Heir to the throne of Stonefountain?" But that would mean Amar, Kanvar's own father, was Khalid's successor. But it couldn't be. Stonefountain had fallen a thousand years ago. Amar couldn't be that old.
Kanvar pictures Devaj's wild gold hair glimmering as it had when the soldiers marched him into the colony. Devaj had held his chin high and walked like a prince.
Kanvar staggered and nearly fell. He felt ashamed of his crippled body more acutely than ever before. He was a cripple, twisted, ugly. He dared not stand before Rajahansa, the Great Dragon King, even if Rajahansa was bound to Kanvar's father as he must be.
Kanvar stopped and
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