Dawn of the Dragons

by Sarah J. Stone

  “Oh,” she said. “Yes.” She knew how well known they were, and it was a fact that often made her feel guilty. They were legends before she came around and made their lives a series of boring quests.

  “That must be awesome,” he said. “I mean, my Maestro is pretty awesome. But you have two amazing ones.”

  “I do.” She managed to sit up a bit more. “I've just never been called lucky.”

  “What this?” he waived to the medical equipment around them. “This is just temporary.”

  She smiled. “Why are you here?”

  “I just got back from a quest,” he said with a shrug. “Nothing to worry about it. You?”

  “I…” she shook her head. “Something is wrong.”

  “Nothing looks wrong to me,” he looked upon her, and she blushed.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Only that you look nice,” he replied.

  She shook her head. “I look like a mess.”

  “Because they told you that you did,” he shrugged. “But you look beautiful. Don't let how you're feeling dictate what your life is going to be.”

  The words were profound, and her eyes flickered on him a moment too long.

  The curtain was pulled back then, and Tara entered.

  “Devon,” she said. “You're about done. You can go. Your test came back stable, so you're all right for now.”

  “Great,” he said, looking up at the bag. “Look, I did the whole thing!”

  “You want a pat on the head for that?” she asked, as she disconnected him. “Why is this wet?”

  “Accidentally pulled it out,” he answered, and she sighed.

  “Try to be gentle with my medical equipment,” she answered. “Now, you come back if anything feels odd. I don't know if this is going to work better than what you have, but it was worth a shot.”

  “Yes, ma'am,” he said, hopping off the bed. He turned back to Sienna, flashing her a dazzling smile. “I'll see you around.”

  “Yes,” she answered, still stunned. Her gaze lingered after him until he picked up his things and left. She had never met anyone like him before, and her mind was whirling.

  “Hello, Sienna?” Tara said, waving a hand in her face. “You with me?”

  “Yes,” Sienna shook herself back to the present moment. “Nathaniel?”

  “He's in the waiting room,” Tara answered. “You're not going anywhere.”

  “But,” Sienna choked, “for how long?”

  “Days,” Tara said, glancing at her vitals. “You can't let yourself get this way, do you hear me? Are your Maestros giving you your medications?”

  “Yes,” she said, horrified. “You think they would not?”

  “Look, I'll be honest with you,” Tara answered. “I have no idea what to do with your acridid gene, I'm guessing. But I am a medic, and I can see a decline of a problem that should have been fixed by certain medications. Your levels were more stable last month, and now they've plummeted. So, I'm going to ask you again, are you taking everything I've prescribed?”

  “Yes!” she cried. “I swear.”

  “Sure,” Tara said, making a full page of notes. “I'll get Nathaniel if you want, although I'm not eager to be told what to do. Try to remember I'm the one trained in medicine.”

  She left her to head to the waiting room, and Sienna closed her eyes. What the hell had just happened?

  “Hey.” Nathaniel entered the room, and she was surprised to see him looking incredibly bright eyed. As far as she knew, he had gone straight to class after their disastrous night. “How are you feeling?”

  “I'm all right,” she said. “You look well.”

  “I just played a card game that was like a race,” he said, pulling up a chair. “I have another career as a gambler if being a witch doesn't work out.”

  “With who?” she asked, curious.

  “Another Maestro. Your hands are cold,” he said, squeezing them. “Although, it's better than too warm. You gave us quite a scare.”

  “I'm all right,” she repeated, sinking down into the blankets. “Tara is mad.”

  “Tara is always mad,” he said, looking up at the IVs she was hooked up to. “What the…? No!” he said, as he read the labels. “I told her specifically not to give you this.”

  “That's what she's mad about,” Sienna said, but he didn't hear her. He was already headed out the door to give Tara an earful.

  Sometimes, her greatest wish was that they could all just get along for one med bay trip. Just one; it could even be a short one.

  Her Maestros had taken to rarely leaving her alone, and she was glad for that. She didn't feel safe without one of them around, especially when her language was still shaky. It used to be worse, but now she was used to relying on them out of habit. That night, when she was finally settled with a medication that Nathaniel was happy with, and Desmond was sitting in a chair, working on paperwork, she spoke up.

  “Do you know this person?” she asked, having found Devon's profile on the school's database. Every Tiro had one with their picture and their qualifications.

  Desmond looked up from his paperwork, focusing on the screen. “That's Devon,” he said, after a moment. “Sure. That's Laura Maris's Tiro. Why?”

  “He was here today,” she said, pointing to the other bed which remained empty.

  “Oh,” Desmond replied. “That's odd.”

  “Why?” she asked, and he shrugged.

  “I wasn't aware Devon had any health issues. You're in the chronic treatment wing.”

  “Oh,” she realized.

  “What was wrong?” he asked, and she shook her head.

  “I didn't see,” she said. “It was crowded today.”

  “It was,” he said. “There was a big quest that came back with rescues, so maybe he was just in here because it was overcrowded.”

  “Maybe,” Sienna continued to stare at his picture. His eyes were addicting, and the smile in his photo was exactly what she remembered. “He is a diplomat?”

  “I don't know,” Desmond answered. “Laura doesn't put him in class too much, nor does she opt for open discussion when called for review.”

  “Oh,” she said. “Do you have…open discussion with the Jurors?”

  “Nope,” he said, with a smile, “so I understand her reasoning.”

  “Oh,” she finally tore herself away from the tablet. “Is Mariah back?”

  “She is,” Desmond said. “Her mission went well. She wanted to see you, but I told her to wait until you were awake, at least.”

  “I want to see Mariah,” she said. “Please.”

  “I can call her,” Desmond answered. “But maybe tomorrow. It was quite a scare, Sienna.”

  “And I ruined the quest,” she said.

  “You didn't,” Desmond assured her. “Eliza postponed it because her meetings changed. So, you didn't ruin anything.”

  “Oh,” Sienna replied. “I'm sorry, though.”

  “Don't be sorry,” Desmond tried to convince her. “Just focus on getting well.”

  She yawned, and he nudged her arm.

  “See? Your body is already suggesting you do that.”

  “Don't go,” she said like a small child.

  “Where have I ever gone?” he asked her.

  “With Mariah?” she suggested, and he chuckled.

  “That is true. I'll give you that,” he answered. “Get some rest, Sienna. I have an infinite amout of paperwork to do, so I'm not going anywhere.”

  “Nathaniel?”

  “Is out like a light,” Desmond answered. “I think he met Devon's Maestro today, actually.”

  “Oh!” Sienna's eyes lit up. “He played cards with her.”

  “It's not nice to read people's minds without their permission,” Desmond said.

  “Don't I have your permission all the time?” she asked. “You are my Maestro.”

  “No,” he said quickly. “Just because you are very skilled at it does not mean that you can do it whenever you wan
t.”

  She gave him a cheeky grin, and he shook his head.

  “Especially not when I'm with Mariah.”

  “Why, if everything is in line with the Jurors?” she asked, knowing full well that it wasn't.

  “Sienna,” he said, pointing at her tablet, “I think you have schoolwork to do, yes?”

  “Yes,” she answered, going back to the tablet. But she didn't do her schoolwork. Instead, she noticed that Devon had the messenger activated on his profile. She hovered over it for a moment, but she didn't click on it.

  He was probably just being nice, she thought. And likely, she would never see him again, except from a distance. There was no reason to bother him.

  She looked out the window where the sunlight was fading. It was another wasted day where she couldn't be outside, learning the ways of witches, using her magic. She felt so behind sometimes, and, yet, she was grateful for where she was. Sienna had spent most of her life being told she would never be trained at all. She wasn't supposed to ever fight in a showcase or meet a Maestro. And yet, here she was with two legendary ones.

  She clicked on Devon's messenger icon with those thoughts in mind. If life could change that much and she could do so much that she never thought possible, she could at least be brave enough to message him. The worst that could happen was that he wouldn't write back.

  Hi, nice to meet you today, she wrote.

  And you, he replied right away. She smiled, pulling her tablet closer. She wasn't going to get any schoolwork done tonight, that was for sure.

  Chapter 4

  “It's a magical surge,” Tara said the next day as she went over the test results with Desmond and Nathaniel. “We all get them as we grow. Just with Sienna, it's obviously different.”

  “How much power are we talking about?” Nathaniel asked, wanting exact measurements. His mind was scientific; he understood such things. But Tara simply shrugged.

  “It's off the charts, Nathaniel. And once it goes off the charts, there's no way for me to tell. She's not like anyone else. You know that.”

  “But you can't just give up,” Nathaniel protested. “We have to know.”

  “What part of ‘not like anyone else’ is so hard to understand?” Tara asked him, half growling. “I don't know. I can treat her like any other teenager having a magical surge and hope that it works. Suppress her power with herbs until she learns–”

  “You will not give her herbs,” Nathaniel cut her off and gritted his teeth.

  “Nathaniel,” Desmond said. “You have to at least listen to what she has to say.”

  “Thank you,” Tara answered, although she wasn't impressed. “It's just until she learns how to control her power. About twenty-five percent of witches hitting puberty go through this. It's normal.”

  “Do they spike fevers, seize, and faint?” Nathaniel asked and Tara shook her head.

  “Of course not. They just feel a bit ill.”

  “So, it's not normal,” Nathaniel pointed out.

  Tara rolled her eyes. “Do you want me to do nothing?”

  “We will consider our options,” Desmond said. “Thank you, Tara. How much longer until she can leave?”

  “When you are comfortable,” Tara replied. “Obviously, you aren't taking her on missions. There is something else you should know though.” She flipped to a screen on the tablet. “Her blood pressure dropped three points, and nothing I do can get it up. No amount of treatment or medication is going to help, so it's going to be normal for her. But this comes a year after another drop. This blood pressure drop is a steady occurrence. It's why she faints.”

  “She's deteriorating,” Nathaniel said, slowly.

  Tara shrugged, pulling back the tablet. “You knew that,” she said coldly. “You've always known that.”

  “Your bedside manner is stunning,” Nathaniel said as he stood. “Thanks for nothing.”

  “The feeling is mutual,” Tara answered as she left them.

  Desmond gave his former Tiro a look. “Why are you so terrible to her?”

  “Because she's terrible to us,” Nathaniel answered.

  Desmond sighed. “That is not what the magic teaches us,” he pointed out.

  “Tara is an exception to all rules,” Nathaniel glanced at the clock. “What do you want to do? That quest is postponed, so we aren't expected to leave anyway. I still have class to teach if we take her out of here, and I suppose the Jurors will expect you to do more than sit with her while you are here. Although they shouldn't.”

  “What do you want to do?” Desmond asked calmly. “It was not I who had to sit with her while she fought the darkness. It couldn't have been easy. Do you want to go through that again?”

  Nathaniel took a deep, shuddering breath. He hadn't been honest with Desmond, but it had been one of most frightening nights of his whole life. She had made no sense, raving and fighting against the pain, and he wished he could take it away.

  “I don't know,” he said. “I want her to be safe. Tara makes that sound like it will be weeks, but I can see that she is better already. She did homework last night, so that's something. She's itching to return to class.”

  “Maybe another day,” Desmond said as he rose as well. “Do you agree?”

  “Yes,” Nathaniel said, watching his former Maestro. “You have a meeting?”

  “I do,” Desmond said. “Our usual shift schedule is obviously disrupted. I'll be back within the hour, if that's fine with you.”

  “Indeed,” Nathaniel replied.

  Desmond hated to leave him, but he and Mariah had arranged to grade a batch of brand new initiates who were barely able to walk. At this age, they were assessed by the Academy, and it was determined whether they would be returned to their families or not. It was going to be quick, although his mind was clearly distracted.

  “You're troubled.” Mariah had a knack for knowing as soon as he entered the room. They were meeting in a small conference room, the children to be brought to them.

  “You always know,” he said as he took a seat beside her.

  “Is it Sienna?”

  He sighed. “It is. But Nathaniel's handling of the situation surprises me every day. He is a strict Maestro, with no room for leniency in the rules he has set out.”

  “Not what you expected?” Mariah asked.

  Desmond squeezed her hand lightly. “He's so different from the others, that's for sure.”

  “So different from me, you mean?”

  Desmond's head snapped up, and a smile came over his face. Christa, his former Tiro, stood in the doorway, her leather jacket still buckled and her hair pulled up.

  Christa was his second Tiro, a special case. She had been seventeen when her Maestro was killed on the cusp of the tests. Obviously, the death of her Maestro set her back, and her fate was unknown. Desmond had been freshly reeling from Reynolds' desertion and had not wanted to take on another Tiro, possibly ever. Somehow, the two found each other. The year he spent training Christa was for his own healing as much as hers. At eighteen, she took the tests and went on to become a pilot with flight skills that were second to none. She had one Tiro a few years ago who was now grown. Now, she seemed happy, healthy, and energetic – the opposite of Sienna.

  “Everyone is different from you, Christa,” he said, glad to lay eyes on her. “Was it you who flew these new initiates in?”

  “Through a meteor shower, blindfolded,” Christa grinned. “The blindfold was just for fun.”

  “Of course, you did,” Desmond answered.

  “I just saw Sybil, Mariah,” Christa said. “She and Kierry were on Lanco, where I was doing a pickup.”

  “Small galaxy,” Mariah said with a smile. She was so glad when Desmond had taken Christa on, for it had brought them both a light in the darkness. “How many are coming, Christa?”

  “Six or seven,” Christa said. “I'm not sure of half of them, but that's not my job; it's yours.”

  “Are you staying, Christa?” Desmond asked. She flew so ofte
n that she didn't have regular rooms there. Christa was more comfortable in space than on land. “We could have dinner, if you'd like?”

  “Sure,” she said with a shrug. “All of us?”

  “Er…” Desmond answered. “Sienna is in the med bay, and Nathaniel will not leave her side. So, it will likely just be us, if that's all right.”

  “Oh,” Christa's face fell. She had known Nathaniel since he was a child, and Desmond's newest addition was as dear to her as a sibling. “I should go see them.”

  “You must be busy,” Desmond said, but she shook her head.

  “It's fine. My duty is over for the day. I'll see you for dinner, though, Maestro.”

  “See you soon,” Desmond said, as Christa ducked out. He turned back to Mariah who squeezed his hand.

  “You always light up when she's in the room,” Mariah said, and Desmond smiled.

  “She was the easiest one,” he said. “I thought it would be so difficult to take over, but Christa was so strong, so independent. She taught me more than I taught her, I'm sure of it.”

  “And now there's whole new generations running around with the teaching of Desmond in their heads,” Mariah said softly.

  She was leaning particularly close to him, and he focused on her soft, rose colored lips. Mariah was so beautiful, but it wasn't her physical appearance that took his breath away. It was her strength, her words, and her love for him.

  Never in forty years had they ever walked away from each other. She was a piece of him as much as his arm or heart was. He leaned in ever so gently, unable to resist.

  He used to be able to resist her. But something about age creeping up on him had taught him that time was useless if it was wasted.

  “Oh, my,” Mariah said softly at the light kiss. “What's gotten into you?”

  “The realization of mortality,” he replied as he pulled back. “What if I never got a chance to do that again? I would live with regrets.”

  “And now you live with none?” she asked.

  “Never,” he answered as he heard the young Tiros start to file down the hallway. Their love was a secret. He may have taught his Tiros many things, but except for Nathaniel, he was glad they hadn't learned this part.