Dragonia
Revenge of the Dragons
Craig A. Price Jr.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Dragonia: Revenge of the Dragons (Dragonia Empire, #2)
Also By Craig A. Price
Prologue | Year 426 D.A.
Chapter 1 | Year 511 D.A.
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
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Prologue
Year 426 D.A.
A cold winter breeze blew through the window. Galedar shivered. He sat at a desk lit by the candlelight. A parchment lay in front of him, and a quill was in his hand. He needed help. People were after him. The Meldakar king knew he’d abandoned the army. Assassins were coming after him.
Galedar stood, rubbed his hands against his bare arms, and strode over to the window to close it. The red winter was rough this year. Normally, Galedar enjoyed the cold much more than the orange summers. However, he wanted warmth. It did not help that he was in hiding. He dared not make a fire, nor use the wood stove.
At his desk, he rubbed his hands together over the candlelight. It warmed his fingers a little, but it still wasn’t enough. He looked down at his message. It wasn’t perfect, but it would have to do. He needed help, and he didn’t know who else to turn to. Brom was dead. A dragon had eaten him. Galedar didn’t have many friends, or anyone he could trust.
A knock at the door startled him. He turned to look at his bed. The red dragon lay on his pillow, outstretched, on its back, its belly exposed for all to see. And to top it all off, the creature was snoring.
Another knock startled the small dragon. The creature was growing fast. It had been only six weeks since the dragon hatched on the large island for him. He’d immediately begun repairing his ship to leave the island before a dragon ate him too. The baby dragon, however, refused to leave his side. Now, the little beast was as large as a sheepdog, and getting harder to hide.
“Noranda, hide,” Galedar whispered.
The dragon huffed, smoke coming out of her nose. But she complied, crawling under the bed.
Galedar took a deep breath as he shuffled over to the door. He closed his eyes for a second, and then opened the door.
“Galedar, I knew I would find you here,” an older man with a white mustache said.
Galedar froze. He gripped the door tight and tried to slam it on the man. This was his general in the war. The same general that he’d abandoned.
“Not so fast,” the general snarled.
He pushed the door in, tossing Galedar to the ground.
“I can explain, Ilandor—”
Ilandor smacked Galedar across the face. “You are despicable. A coward. It gets too hard for you, and you run crying. What would your mother think?”
Galedar rubbed his face. “I don’t want to be a part of any war.”
“You are a traitor. I’m sure you know the king has placed your wanted posters all over the kingdom. I’m surprised you’re still so close. What’s wrong, Galedar? You didn’t have enough coin to make it further than Laeraed?”
Galedar hung his head in shame.
“Get up,” Ilandor yelled.
Galedar complied.
“I have a noose waiting on you outside. We’re going to show all of Kaeldroga what Meldakar does to traitors.” Ilandor spat on Galedar’s face.
Galedar clenched his fists.
Ilandor laughed. “Don’t even think about it. I have six guards posted outside. You won’t make it far. I will give you some credit though, Galedar. At least you were smart enough to take the river south. I searched all the northern cities before thinking to come down here.”
Galedar smiled. “I’m full of surprises.”
Noranda growled. Ilandor looked to his feet, where he saw the small dragon. It bit his leg, its teeth tearing into his flesh. Ilandor yelled.
Galedar stepped forward, grabbing the sword from Ilandor’s scabbard. Ilandor fell to his knees, fighting the dragon with his hands. Galedar slammed the general’s weapon into the side of his neck. The general colla
psed forward.
Six guards entered the room, weapons raised. Noranda snarled.
“What in the blazes is that?” one of the guards shouted.
“Attack, Noranda!”
The dragon leapt forward, claws slashing the face of the first guard. Galedar used the shock of seeing the dragon to his advantage as he stabbed his weapon through the chest of another. Noranda bit the throat of a third.
A few more blows of his sword, and vicious attacks of his dragon, and all six guards lay dead on the floor. Galedar piled them all together. He picked their pockets for coin and weapons before gathering everything into his bag and fleeing out the door. Before he left, though, he went back and grabbed the parchment he’d been working on. He really needed to find an ally. Galedar laid the candle on the desk, laying blank parchments on top of it.
When Galedar stepped outside, the flames began. People shouted in the streets. Ilandor had been right. People were outside, hoping for a hanging. He hated to disappoint them. They yelled and screamed at him, furious that he’d escaped the hanging. When Noranda rushed to his side, the shouts stopped. Everyone stared in horror at the dragon.
Galedar couldn’t trust anyone, and Noranda was too big to hide anymore. He no longer tried. Everyone would know of her soon anyway. Now the rumors would spread.
Chapter 1
Year 511 D.A.
Zaviana watched the red sunrise as it broke into the horizon, casting a purple-and-orange glow into the sky. It was winter. She would miss the orange sun. Only the red sun showed its face during the winter. Its heat, somehow, was less than its orange twin’s. Zaviana struggled, jerking her arms forward. Nothing. Her wrists hurt. She clenched her teeth. How did she go from being a prisoner to being a prisoner?
“You won’t escape those chains, my love,” Derkas? Said.
“If you really loved me, you wouldn’t have me chained to a tree!” she snapped.
“Would you rather be chained to my dragon?” he asked.
Zaviana snarled. “I’d rather not be chained at all.”
Derkas raised an eyebrow. “If I unchain you, do you promise to not run away?”
She scowled.
Derkas smiled. “I thought not.”
“Why am I your prisoner?” she asked.
He tilted his head. “Would you rather be back with the emperor? In his prison?”
“No,” she whispered.
“What did they do to you in there?”
She clenched her teeth. “Experiments.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know they captured you until it was too late.”
“You didn’t come for me. How can you claim to love me?”
“What can I do against the entire Dragonia Empire? I had to wait until I had enough leverage for a trade.”
“A trade,” Zaviana scoffed. “What could you possibly have had that they’ were willing to trade me for?”
“The resistance.”
Zaviana’s eyes glowed. “The resistance? They’re real then?”
“Yes, though they won’t be for long.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“I gave the emperor their hidden location for your freedom.”
“My freedom? This isn’t freedom. You exchanged their secret for my slavery. I am still a slave.”
“What more do you want from me?” he asked. “I stopped that dragonrider from enslaving you when we first met. Now I’ve rescued you from the emperor.”
“The emperor whom you let capture me.”
“I did not let the emperor capture you. You ran away, straight into the arms of the empire.”
“I ran away because you planned to hand over that man to the empire. I wanted to warn him.”
“That man betrayed the Dragonia Empire. He fed information to the resistance. That is treason! He got what he deserved.”
“No one deserves what the emperor did to him. No one.”
“I didn’t know ...”
“Of course you didn’t know!” Zaviana snapped. “The emperor wasn’t going to tell you he was going to skin him alive!”
“If I could go back ...” Derkas brushed his hand through his hair.
“You’d do the same thing over again,” Zaviana said. “You mercenaries are all the same.”
Derkas took two steps toward her. His face twisted in a snarl. He inhaled, loosening his expression, then brushed his hand against her cheek. It lingered for a moment before running through her hair, pressing it behind her left ear.
“I thought we had something,” he whispered.
“You thought wrong.” Zaviana shivered at his touch. “I thought you were different, someone I could trust. But I only fell for you because you saved me from that despicable dragonrider. You are no different.”
He jerked his hand back, clenching his fist. His teeth ground together. He closed his eyes, exhaling slowly. When his eyes opened, he was fully relaxed once more.
“I am different.”
Zaviana raised her brows. “Prove it.”
“How can I prove this to you?”
“Let’s warn the resistance.”
His brow crinkled. “We can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Going against the Dragonia Empire is foolish. You should know that. Don’t you remember what happened to your family when they defied the empire?”
Zaviana clenched her eyes shut, fighting back the tears that threatened to come. “Foolish it may be, but the empire is wrong. They were wrong for doing what they did, and they are wrong for everything they still do to threaten the people of Kaeldroga.”
“It doesn’t matter if what they do is moral or not. Who are you to judge? Even the creator hasn’t stepped in to stop the Dragonia Empire. They are too strong. No one can stop them. Stop believing in the illusion that this so-called resistance will be able to stop them. They will be crushed like everyone who has tried. The best thing we can do is stay out of their way.”
Zaviana glared at him. “You know as well as I that staying out of the way isn’t good enough. Even if you don’t defy them, if they believe you are standing in the way of someone who is ... they’ll crush you.”
Derkas grinned. “That’s why I’m stepping out of the way.”
“I refuse to hide,” Zaviana said.
“And that is why you are still in chains. It is for your own good.”
Chapter 2
Naveen trembled, her curly red locks of hair draping over her eyes. She couldn’t believe what was happening. Her village burned. The Dragonia Empire claimed there were traitors in the village, sympathizers to the resistance. The three dragonriders were making a statement in the village.
The afternoon was quiet. All the villagers had given up the fight, though not many had attempted to defy the dragonriders in the first place—those who had were eaten alive by the dragons. Naveen had protested at first, when they took her friend, but after being backhanded by one of the riders and being told if she spoke another word she’d join her friend, she stood down. Naveen wondered if she’d made the right decision. She was alive, yes, but her friend stared at her from the gallows. Three others stood by nooses on the platform as well. They only had four nooses. There was a line of another eight people they’d rounded up, standing in line, waiting their turn to die.
Naveen’s eyes welled up, and tears flowed down her face freely. Her best friend was about to die. And for what? Because the dragonriders believed her to be part of the resistance. Naveen knew better. Her friend had nothing to do with the resistance. But if Naveen said anything, she’d be hung as well. Perhaps she should. Why accept the lie and let her friend die alone? Her teeth clenched. How could the Dragonia Empire do this? How could they make false accusations?
The lead dragonrider made sure all the nooses were secure around the four necks. He turned to face the crowd, a grin splitting his face in two.
“People of Anius. The Dragonia Empire has no sympathy for traitors. Let this be a lesson to you all. If you join the resistanc
e, or feed them information, like these scum”—he gestured to the four behind him—“you will fall to the same fate.”
“I am not a trait—” Yvanya, her friend, yelled.
The dragonrider snarled as he slapped her mid-sentence. “Lies!”
He turned to the executioner. “Pull the lever.”
The man glanced to the crowd, fear clear in his expression, but shock as well. He knew the people accused were innocent. His pause was for only an instant before he jerked the lever. The trapdoors dropped beneath the four accused. Silence ensued. They struggled, but their words wouldn’t escape with the nooses blocking their air passages.
Naveen looked away, wiping a tear from her face. She was a coward. She couldn’t even face her friend, couldn’t watch her die. Yvanya had looked at Naveen when the floor dropped from under her. Guilt formed a lump in her throat. She shivered.
“Next,” the dragonrider called.
Naveen glanced back to the gallows. Four people hung, unmoving, each dangling like a broken flower hanging from its stem by a thread. Two women and two men. She knew all of them. They were all good people. Her eyes blurred as she tried to unfocus, to unsee the people she knew, the people she’d grown up with, dead. She inhaled, closing her eyes. When she exhaled, and her eyes opened, they betrayed her. The scene before her was crystal clear. Her eyes focused on Yvanya as they lowered her lifeless body from the noose. She looked calm, at peace. Naveen knew she was with the Creator now, walking in a land of paradise. She envied her friend. If the afterlife was indeed true, and it was indeed a paradise, it beat the horrid reality of the world Naveen was still stuck in. She should have had courage. She should have fought for her friend’s innocence. Then they both could have died today. They could be in paradise together, or everlasting darkness. Whichever truth it was, it was better than this moment, this chaos. It was better than living a life under the rule of the Dragonia Empire.
The dragonriders finished hanging another eight people in the next hour. Naveen unfocused, barely noticing what was going on around her.
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