Dragon Sword
The Dragon’s Call, Book 1
Angelique Anderson
Craig A. Price Jr.
Edited by
Monique Johnson
Illustrated by
Mihaela Voicu
Craig Martelle, Inc., Fairbanks, Alaska - 1st Edition, 2019
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Contents
1. A Game of Apples
2. Dragon Quest
3. Palladin’s Request
4. The Hunt
5. Choice of Kingdoms
6. Dragon Companions
7. Departure
8. Goats
9. Sisters’ Goodbye
10. Astrid
11. Svana
12. Hekla
13. Astrid
14. Svana
15. Hekla
16. Astrid
17. Svana
18. Hekla
19. Astrid
20. Svana
21. Hekla
22. Astrid
23. Svana
24. Hekla
25. Astrid
26. Svana
27. Hekla
28. Astrid
29. Svana
30. Hekla
31. Astrid
32. Svana
33. Hekla
34. Astrid
35. Svana
36. Hekla
37. Astrid
38. Svana
39. Hekla
40. Astrid
41. Svana
42. Hekla
43. Astrid
44. Svana
45. Hekla
46. Astrid
47. Svana
48. Hekla
49. Astrid
50. Svana
51. Hekla
52. Astrid
53. Svana
54. Hekla
55. Astrid
56. Svana
Also by Angelique S. Anderson
Also By Craig A. Price
About Angelique Anderson
About Craig A Price Jr
1
A Game of Apples
The bond of a family is sacred. Unbreakable. And they're predictable. No matter what you do, no matter what you say, they'll always stand by your side. However, that is nothing compared to sisterhood. The bond of two sisters--or three sisters, is indescribable. There is nothing else quite like it in this life. The connection, and the love--it is strong. And I feel sorry for anyone who gets in the way of a sisterhood bond.
King Rowan the Observant, First King of Telluris, 232 A.V.
Svana crouched on the ground of the small hill, wind blowing across her silken red hair, creating tangles she couldn't handle. She reached up to brush her hair from her face as she watched the ground below. Her two sisters were standing by the large oak tree, its leaves gliding to the ground all around them. Svana grinned as she twirled the dagger in palm. She aimed her dagger, and threw it with all her strength.
The dagger flashed between Svana's two sisters, Astrid and Hekla, cutting their conversation short. They recoiled, following the blade as it thudded home in the oak tree next to them. Astrid's face scrunched with mock disdain, and she crossed her arms over her chest.
Svana burst out laughing.
"Oh, is that so?" Hekla spoke up, running her hand through her long blue hair. She turned to the tree, reached high, and pulled the dagger free. "How about a friendly little game of fruit or foe?" She smiled at the two, her sapphire eyes blazing with mischief.
"Hmmm... depends on what the stakes are, and I'm definitely not setting them up." Astrid tapped her foot, head up, arms still crossed. Her long green hair fell halfway into her face.
"Oh, dear Astrid... surely you didn't take what I said earlier seriously. I was only jesting." Svana approached her sister, her head slightly down.
"Oh no, dear Svana... I know you were jesting. Nevertheless, it's going to make it all the more sweet when I beat you!" Suddenly Astrid came alive with joy, running past her sister and leaping up the apple tree, she managed to gather an armful of the ripened fruit, before jumping from a branch to ground. "Look alive girls, whoever loses today must ..."
"Make dinner!" Hekla suggested, before she took off running toward their practice arena.
Their practice arena was nothing more than a clearing they'd made, with various stumps in place where they could arrange the apples and dash through, throwing their daggers at the fruit as quickly as possible. Whoever split the most won, extra points for aerial moves and how the dagger landed.
"Fine, but extra points for ground moves today!" Svana yelled as she chased after her youngest sister.
"I'm not giving you extra points for being able to run fast," Hekla called over her shoulder, her brilliant sky blue hair flying behind her.
"Don't insult me sister... I can do cartwheels around you," Svana retorted.
Hekla zipped past them both and came to a stop just a few feet from the first tree trunk.
"No extra points for ground moves, you know that's not Hekla's strong point. She hasn't had enough time to practice." Astrid's motherly demeanor came naturally, no matter how hard she tried not to be so. The sisters had been on their own for a long time, but within the confines of their home, with others like them, situated between the three kingdoms of man.
"Fine, Astrid. Your call. I'll set up the apples..." Svana dared not say another word, she knew her emerald haired sister meant well.
"It's all right, now is as good a time as any to practice ground moves. I was just teasing before about not giving extra points." Hekla seemed to sense the change in the interaction between her two older sisters, and always the peace maker, she attempted to rein it in before it got out of hand.
Astrid glanced at her younger sister, and her face remained stoic.
"Everything all right?" Hekla's hands dropped to her side, as she watched the emotions fighting for dominance on Astrid's face. Svana too, found herself stopped short, wondering what her oldest sister was going to do next.
"Yes, of course, everything is fine. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to turn so somber. The weight of war is heavy on my shoulders, do not take my seriousness as something directed at you. My heart is heavy with worry. Never mind that though. Dear Hekla, if you are ready for a ground attack, then I will allow it. That ought to up the stakes a bit." Astrid smiled big.
Hekla's lips pressed tightly together. "We are all worried, beloved sister."
Svana placed her hand on Astrid's shoulder with a wink and a grin. "But which one of us can gain another day by worrying?"
"Ah
a, touché, sister. You are right as always. I will gather the practice blades and ready them. As for the two of you, I suggest you prepare yourselves!" Astrid winked back before running to gather the throwing knives.
"The way she runs to gather those blades, you'd think it were a man she were after," Svana said.
Svana and Hekla laughed uproariously at their inside joke.
"With as bad as I'm going to beat you, you're going to wish I were chasing something other than you two," Astrid teased back. Then she was out of sight.
The Volcano of Shadows was home to a massive caldera. Having lay dormant for many centuries, it was within the cone that lakes and islands had formed. It was there, upon one such island the three sisters resided. Lush with green overgrowth, and fertile land, their childhood had been a happy one.
Beyond the Volcano of Shadows, within the three nations their existence was now threatened. Indeed, it was these three nations and the Volcano of Shadows that made up the entirety of Verdil. The threat of war that loomed over them was what drove the women to prepare for the battle they had no idea how to fight.
Astrid brought the throwing weapons to their arena. The playful banter of earlier replaced by the task at hand. It may have been a game to them, but they all knew it for what it was: training.
To each sister, four knives were placed in their hands, blades that had long since dulled from unending practice.
"You still haven't sharpened them?" Svana said, her eyes raised as she ran her fingers along the edges. "These things couldn't cut through water."
Hekla giggled. "That makes no sense, sister!"
"Their dull blade makes for better practice. It means you must rely on the strength of the throw, and speed, in order to slice through the fruit, or to land a hit. It will make us all better in the long run," Astrid explained.
"Interesting perspective, sister." Svana pulled her hair from her face while still holding the knives in the other hand. "Very well then, let us begin!"
From the distance, a dark haired woman approached, her hair and clothing in stark contrast to the sisters. She wore a long robe, instead of the leather cuirass of the younger women, designed to protect their bodies, but leaving their limbs free for action.
The woman's raven hair fell in waves over her shoulders and down her back. Though dark in contrast, her eyes held the sadness and wisdom of a thousand lives. She began her walk toward the sisters, studying their moves as they threw their daggers. Watching their form as they catapulted into the air, somersaulting off the tree stumps. The sight made her smile, though she would never tell them so. After some time, she clapped her hands to get their attention.
"Time to train, although I'm pleased to see you are already practicing."
They immediately stopped, Hekla alone seemed to be the only one surprised by the woman's sudden appearance.
"Melifera, it's an honor. It's been a long time since you've come to see us," Svana said.
"Yes, my dear, because the worlds of men are on fire, but don't stop on my account. Hekla, on your toes more, it will help with speed and when you land. Svana, keep your wrists loose. That's why you're not meeting the center. Astrid, great form, but your heart must be in it or you will miss when it is most important."
The sisters continued practicing, incorporating their master's insight into their actions.
"That's enough," Melifera said after a time, clapping for attention. "Come to me, we've much to discuss."
Astrid, Svana, and Hekla snatched up their knives, jaws tight as their eyes met. Terse nods came from each of them, a silent congratulations at a job well done.
"I couldn't be more proud, and I'm afraid the time has come for you to do more. You must put your skills to practical use. You must journey to the kingdoms and end the war before it starts."
A collective gasp rose from the three.
"Why on Verdil would we want to do that?" Astrid asked.
"What would be the point? Are we to become vagrants... wandering this way and that?" Svana joined in.
Melifera inhaled deeply, blew it out, and then inhaled again before answering. "No. The kingdoms of Sky, Land, and Sea are troubled. They have fractured and they fight. Verdil is under siege from within. The kingdoms of man have trampled the fields on their way to fight their brothers."
"Why did we not know this?" Hekla wondered.
"My dear Hekla, I see in your hearts the fear you have kept. I know the heaviness that weighs on you all. Do you not see you have already known what is to come? Has your sister Astrid not shared with you her worries of the impending war?" Melifera's face was grim, but curious.
"Indeed, Melifera. I suppose I assumed that's all they were. Unfounded worries."
"The truth, dear sisters, is it wasn't your time to know what you have no influence over. Do you know what worrying about that would do? Nothing. By not knowing, you did something. And now that you know, you will do something else. Each of you will go to a kingdom of man, and your goal is to stop the war."
"Surely you mean together we will go from one kingdom to another," Svana said slowly, not believing her own words, but hoping she was right.
"Had I meant that, I would have said it. If you go together, you may stop one side from fighting which would give the other two an advantage. We cannot allow any of that to happen. No, you must go alone, and you must all be successful. If one of you fails, you all fail."
The sisters looked to each other for support, but they had their doubts. They were not used to fear. Melifera saw it on their faces, smiling close-lipped. "You will have help."
The women perked up.
"We'll have man servants?" Astrid asked, eyes gleaming with hope.
"Exactly like that, except completely different." Melifera let that sink in for a moment before smiling. "You'll have Dragons."
2
Dragon Quest
The wisdom of a dragon is unmatched by any man or woman. They can see beyond the reality of any other race. And while many believe the Caelestans rule the skies, they could not be more wrong. It is the dragons who rule the skies, and the heavens above.
King Nicklaus the Brave, First King of Caelestis, 245 A.V.
Astrid's eyes grew large with curiosity at the mention of dragons, and the collective clatter of their throwing knives could be heard as Svana and Hekla dropped theirs to the ground.
"Dragons?" It was Hekla's turn to be curious. They had heard stories of dragons, even seen them darting across the sky a time or two.
"Actual dragon servants?" Astrid echoed Hekla's curiosity. "Surely, you jest?"
"Oh my dears, if only it were so. The tasks that lay before you are so much more than you could have ever imagined. Not only will it require everything you have, and everything you are, but the Unseen Ones have determined it cannot be completed without help. Without your help."
Svana plopped on the ground, her legs crisscrossed, as she tried to internalize the news.
"Dragons? I mean... I just... how is that possible?" Hekla's face had paled at the news.
"Fear, Svana? Is that what I sense from you? Surely, of all of your sisters, you are not afraid of a little dragon?"
"Dragon, little, and servant. None of these words fit together. Never in all of our lives have we heard tales of dragons serving humans. Aren't we more like a... a meal? You can't expect us to have an aide that will eat us. How in all the scrolls of the Unseen Ones, does that make sense? We'll die before we begin our journey," Hekla said, giving justification to her sister's fear.
At Hekla's outburst, Melifera laughed and laughed.
"Oh dear, dear, dear, Svana, no wonder the fear. Trust me, beloved Sister of the Faith, you've nothing to fear from these dragons. They'd no more snack on a human, than you would on slugs, or bees."
Astrid shuddered. "Though we may be no more than insects to the dragons, if they can abide our presence without swatting us, then we may be able to make it work."
"Astrid, calm yourself. I didn't say they would eat insects,
or that they don't eat humans. I'm just saying, it's most definitely not their meal of choice. That may not be true of all dragons, but it's certainly true of these."
"With all due respect, Melifera, why dragons, why now? And why can't you come with us?"
"One question at a time, dear one. First of all, these guides, these servants, are so much more than that. You will do well to be appreciative of the Unseen Ones wish to share them with you. Second, I am not as young as I once was. My time on Verdil will soon come to an end. You three alone must bear this burden."
At the news, Hekla's eyes burned with tears, and she jumped to her feet.
"No, Melifera, how can you say such a thing? Are you ill? Why would you want to leave us?" In uncharacteristic fashion, Hekla ran to Melifera, wrapping her arms around the woman tightly. "What ever will we do without you? How can you think of leaving? Where could you possibly go?"
Melifera sighed heavily, patting the young woman on the back, before pushing her back and looking her directly in her eyes.
"I didn't say I was leaving yet, I said my time here draws to a close. No one can stay forever, and someday, you three will also leave Verdil and join me in the realm of the Unseen Ones. It is where we are all destined to go, and it is a beautiful destiny. Do you understand?"
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