The Flame Weaver

by Elicker, Tania

  “Oh, for the love of . . .” E’enna said with a roll of her eyes. “We’ll get you a new sword.”

  “I don’t want a new sword,” Kazen pouted sourly.

  “I am sure it will show up eventually,” Ilagon said. “Swords like that do not just disappear.”

  Kazen slumped into his folded arms.

  “Well,” E’enna said, patting Kazen playfully on the head, “if you want to get up in time to see tomorrow’s sunrise, you’d better get some sleep.”

  “Yes, Mum,” Kazen replied, a smile tightening at the corner of his lips. A quick slap against his sore ribs sent him rolling onto his side. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” he begged, cackling through twangs of pain as E’enna continued to prod him in the side with her pointed finger. “Truce!” he finally pleaded.

  Slumping into the soft sand, he gazed into the starry sky. Taking in the clear view, his eyes were soon drawn to the dragonfire dancing in the distance and his contented smile slowly faded. His thoughts turned to Valduron and his broken heart over the plight of his dragons. He shook his head and sighed bitterly. Ilagon was right. It wasn’t over yet.