Dragonlands, Books 1 - 3: Hidden, Hunted, and Retribution

by Megg Jensen

  Through the mist, he saw a pike sticking out from the chest of one of the beasts, one of Bastian's men hung from the shaft, his legs dangling in the air. Still he didn't give up, Tom thrusted with all of his strength, desperately attempting to drive the spear deeper into the beast's chest. The beast howled, sending chills down Bastian's spine.

  He pushed himself up to sitting, but his head still swam from the impact. The battle raged on around him. His men and women stepped up to the challenge, fighting the beasts with a passion and bloodlust Bastian didn’t know they had possessed. Simple life in Hutton's Bridge hadn't dulled their instincts after all.

  Chips of oak flew through the air as their hastily made shields splintered upon impact. The might behind the beasts' arms arcing through the air were no match for their shields. Still, it bought time and the people of Hutton's Bridge needed every second they could muster.

  Another wave of men came running through the fog, leaping toward the beasts. They hacked at their ankles, bringing beast after beast down to its knees. One beast lifted an arm, his paws bearing three of Bastian's men impaled on its claws. He popped all three in his mouth, filling the forest with the sound of crunching bones.

  Men and women fell to the ground, landing in puddles of blood. The beasts were winning. Not one of them was felled yet.

  Bastian heaved himself to his feet, reached down for his sword, and took off running. It was time to give the advantage to his people. He zigged and zagged through the battle, jumping over fallen friends without a second glance. At the feet of a beast, he speared it in the calf, then hoisted himself up and over its knee. His fingers knotted into the beast's fur, he pulled the sword out of its calf and stuck it in the beast's hip, pulling himself up again.

  The beast swatted at him, but Bastian used its own momentum against it. Like a fly, he hopped around, never letting the lumbering beast touch him. It was used to fighting slowly in darkness, but Bastian had the advantage of light this time. He was quicker and more agile. Time to prove to the townspeople that the beast could be defeated.

  Bastian pulled his sword out of the beast's hip. With one final thrust, he slid the sword into the beast's heart.

  It cried out and stumbled to the side. Bastian pulled on his sword, then stuck the beast again in the same spot, giving the hilt a twist. Blood spurted out of its mouth, raining down on the assailants.

  Bastian couldn't help but smile. He held on tight as the beast fell to the ground. Bastian climbed on top of its head. "They can be killed!" he yelled, shaking his sword.

  The townspeople rallied, their arms swinging faster, thrusting harder, emboldened by the victory.

  One after another, the beasts fell, until only Bastian’s army remained standing. Not without significant loss of life to the residents of Hutton's Bridge. Bastian walked among the dead, speaking their names aloud and committing them to memory. He'd brought them there and if he couldn't bring them home alive, he'd at least remember them.

  "Now what, sir?" Garrick, one of the younger men of the community who shadowed him asked, “Are we free?"

  "The fog still stands. We have one more foe left to defeat.”

  “It can’t be worse than those.” Garrick pointed at the dead beasts with his sword.

  “I don’t know,” Bastian said. “We’re about to find out.”

  Chapter Fifty-One

  "Let's move." Bastian wiped the blood off his blade with a large leaf.

  "Where to now?" asked Tom. Blood was smeared across his face, erasing the smile he'd always projected. Battle changed him. It would change them all.

  "If we keep moving ahead, we'll make our way out of here in no time." Bastian pointed ahead into the mist. He motioned to one of the candle bearers to come forward.

  As the boy walked, the light bounced off the mist and tree branches, giving the forest a more frightening appearance. Beasts had lurked in a those shadows, drawing villagers from Hutton's Bridge to their deaths for many years. No longer.

  "Walk with me," he told the boy. "We have no reason to hide any longer."

  The boy nodded nervously. Still he kept pace with Bastian. Their feet trudged through the damp undergrowth. Bastian's breeches were soaked to mid-calf and clung to his legs like a snake to a vine.

  The dragon candles still shone in the mist, illuminating the landscape Bastian had only felt until that day. Trees of all kinds, birch, oak, and maple, reached up toward the sky. Lichens meandered up and around trees, crawling from branch to branch, connecting the trees to each other in an intricate dance of life. Centipedes scurried, their legs scuttling faster than a hummingbird's wings in flight.

  The mist clung to everything, a shawl enveloping the forest in its protective embrace. At least this time Bastian could see it all instead of worrying his deepest fears lurked in its depths. He knew its secrets intimately. He'd defeated the beast. The woman in the trees, and her two companions on the other edges of the forest, only seemed to care if something, or someone, was entering the forest. He finally felt he had been given a blessing to leave.

  Adam nudged Bastian with his elbow as he slipped up next to him. "All the wounded have been cared for or taken back to the village. There are about fifty of us left for the next battle."

  The woman in the tree. She was Bastian's next target. It would be tricky. The upper branches of the tree wouldn't hold the weight of all of his warriors. He needed the strongest and the most clever. The ones who could think quickly and act accordingly.

  It would be impossible to sneak up on her. Climbing the trees would take a few minutes and it was unlikely they could do it quietly enough to surprise her. If noise even mattered. Her body was tied to the tree in some magical fashion. It was likely she knew their every move on the way up. The rest of the men would remain on the ground, to catch them if they fell like Bastian did the first time, or climb up and attack if their comrades fell.

  "Those numbers are good. More than I expected," Bastian said.

  Adam raised an eyebrow. "You fought well today. So did the others, considering their lack of experience."

  "You think we were lucky." It wasn't a question. They both knew it.

  Adam nodded. He looked back at the candle bearer. The boy made no indication he was listening to them. "The beasts were frightened and disoriented by the light. It weakened them."

  "Their advantage lay in the darkness of the mist, I know." Bastian shuddered as he remembered the trouble they had caused him. Of the lives lost.

  "And in their size."

  Bastian laughed. "In some ways that worked against them too." He looked up at the trees, knowing they were getting ever closer to the edge of the forest and their next target. His words dried up, sober.

  "What do we need to know about her?" Adam asked. He switched his pack of medical supplies from one shoulder to the other. Bastian noticed it wasn't as full as when they left Hutton's Bridge.

  "She has great magic, for one. Beyond that, I do not know. Her heart appears to be fed by the tree sap. Or maybe she gives life to the tree. I wish I knew more about how her magic worked before we climbed up. Sophia’s book didn't tell me much."

  "We're just lucky Carrac discovered the power of dragon tallow." Adam pointed at the lantern. "Without it, I'm not sure we would have beaten the beasts."

  Bastian nodded. "There is so much we don't know. I saw things beyond the forest that I don't understand. Children there know more than we do."

  "We'll learn soon enough. I, for one, cannot wait." Adam rubbed his hands in anticipation. "Finding new medicines to save lives. New procedures. I have to believe they're farther advanced than I am."

  "They are." Bastian remembered the doctor who'd claimed he could save Connor before he'd been stolen from the infirmary. "I have a feeling you'll have more to learn than you can in your lifetime."

  "That's fine with me. I've been ready to leave Hutton's Bridge for years."

  "Then why didn't you ever volunteer to go into the fog?" Bastian asked. His uncle hadn't ever shown
interest in leaving before.

  Adam sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "I promised Sophia I'd stick around and keep an eye on you and Tressa. She implied there was something special about the two of you." He rolled his eyes. "Just an old woman's rantings, but I didn't want to worry her. I wanted to leave, but it didn't mean I was willing to commit suicide in the fog. When you came back, it was nothing short of a miracle."

  Bastian hung his head. He'd brushed death too many times over the last few months. He didn't believe in miracles, especially after seeing his mother and Tressa's father living in a hidden settlement in the forest. He wasn't special. He was persistent.

  "I wouldn't have followed anyone into the fog," Adam said. "Though it never occurred to me to follow my nephew. I should have gone with you the first time you left. I never should have let Connor go. He had a wife he loved. Children. No one would have missed me."

  "Hutton's Bridge needs your healing knowledge. Without it, they'd all be dead from plague." Bastian stopped abruptly. He reached out and grabbed the shirt of the candle bearer in front of him, pulling him backward. The fog was dissipating quickly. They’d reached the end.

  But there was one more battle ahead.

  He nodded his head toward the tree, one finger over his lips, then he pointed up.

  Adam motioned for silence to the men behind them. The forest was still, their chests, alive with breath, the only movement.

  Bastian checked his sword. It was secure in the scabbard. He reached up, hoisting himself into the lower branches of the tree. The branches he’d broken in his fall the last time through were still hanging askew. Still, he climbed, knowing she was up there somewhere.

  He emerged above the fog, face to face with the woman in the tree. He reached out, touching her hand. As hard as bark, and as fragile. With the slightest snap he could break off her fingers. He took care to use a light touch. If Sophia’s book spoke true, the woman was as trapped as the rest of them. A slave to the magic she’d wrought eighty years ago.

  The last time he’d been there, she hadn’t paid him any attention before the bird flew into view. It was a threat to the village. All he needed was to create a danger to rouse her from her slumber. Bastian whistled a signal to Adam.

  A bird flew upward, released from a bag Adam had carried with him. Bastian hated sacrificing the colorful warbler. Short of attacking the woman, he didn’t know of another way to get her attention.

  The bird flew up to Bastian, flitted around the branches, and rose higher up the above. The woman’s eyes snapped open, focused on the bird. Her hand lifted. Green blood pumped through her veins, preparing to fire her magic.

  “Wait!” Bastian pleaded. “Don’t hurt it.”

  Her gaze left the bird and burned into Bastian. “You again. You are dead.” Her green lips whispered like spring leaves.

  “I need to talk to you. I’m from Hutton’s Bridge.”

  Her hand drifted down to her side. “You must go back. Stay hidden.”

  “No.” He argued as gently as he could. “It’s time for us to leave. It’s time for the fog to fall.”

  She stared over his shoulder at the fog. “I tried to protect you from the dragon.” The green blood pumped harder, her veins bulging and popping.

  “It landed in the village, where it quickly died.” He hoped reassuring her would calm the anger.

  “I have failed.”

  “No. You protected us. You did as you said you would. But now we can stand on our own again. You must let us be free.”

  “My brother to the east tells me Sophia asked for the fog to remain. Every year she visited him, begging them to maintain the fog. We did as she asked.”

  Sophia? In the fog? Bastian couldn’t help but think of the book Udor had found in the cottage. How much had she known? What had she done?

  “Sophia is gone now too.”

  A tear of sap slipped from the woman’s eye. “She was the last of the originals.”

  “Yes. Now it is time for us to be freed.”

  “Perhaps it is.” The woman stepped from the hollow, vines still connecting her to the tree. She laid a hand on Bastian’s shoulder. “Are you prepared?”

  “Are any of us ever prepared?”

  Her branch-like fingers dug into his skin. “We only wanted to protect you.”

  “You did. You saved countless lives. But now it’s time to let us go.”

  Her jaw dropped. A sound like the rustling of leaves in the height of fall tumbled from her mouth. The trees responded, gaining momentum until it appeared the entire forest was shaking in rhythm.

  He stood still, not sure what he was waiting for.

  The fog began to dissipate. Like a sheet falling from a clothesline in the summer breeze, the fog drifted to the ground. Bastian knew it was gone when the whoops and cheers of his fellow townspeople reached his ears.

  When it was done, she looked at him again. “Now what becomes of me?”

  “Can you leave the tree? You are welcome to come with us.” Bastian looked at the branches, entwined with her own limbs. He’d separate them one by one if he had to. It was the least he could do for her.

  “I am the tree. We live together. We die apart.”

  “Then I swear I shall protect this part of the forest as long as I am alive. And before I die, I will teach others to do the same.” Bastian reached out, caressing the bark.

  Her eyes closed. “That is the first time I have been touched in years.” The leaves sighed along with her. The trees swayed lightly under his strokes. “If only I could live again like I used to. I had forgotten the pleasures that come with flesh.”

  Bastian pulled his hand back. “I am sorry for your imprisonment.”

  She smiled, her teeth stubs of bark. “It is well, human. It is well. Journey on with my blessing. And if you ever need me to protect your village again, I will help. All you need to do is ask. Leave now. Seek your destiny.”

  “Thank you,” Bastian said. He climbed down carefully, reaching the ground quickly. “Those of you with family back in Hutton’s Bridge, head home quickly and let them know the way out. There is a city ahead, but it isn’t friendly to outsiders. You can stay in Hutton’s Bridge, but know that seeking your fortune elsewhere may not result in a happier life. I will forge ahead and look for medicine.”

  He wanted to forget all of it and search for Tressa, but now that the fog was gone, she could find her way easily alone. If she still lived.

  Chapter Fifty-Two

  A bell rang in the distance, awakening her from the edge of slumber. Men scrambled out of their beds. Feet fell on the floor, echoing in the room.

  “Get up!” Jarrett yelled at Henry.

  Tressa slipped out of bed, not knowing exactly what was going on. “What is it?”

  “We're being summoned to Stacia's side. Something's wrong." Jarrett glanced at Henry. He gave the boy a poke in the ribs. "Get up!"

  The other men were putting on their armor, metal clanging on metal, ringing in Tressa's exhausted ears.

  She pulled her armor from under her bed and tugged it on. She glanced at Henry out of the corner of her eye. He was still human. After transforming in the back alley the night before, Jarrett reassured her he'd change back before the sun rose. They just had to stay with him and protect him until then.

  Every hour or two, she and Jarrett traded sleeping and keeping watch. Just before the sun rose, Henry's form settled back into the one she'd known since the tournament. They all stumbled back to their quarters, exhausted and ready for the day of rest that had been promised to them.

  Tugging on her gloves, Tressa sighed knowing that rest was far from attainable. The clanging of the bell only became louder, more insistent. Two of the men had already left their quarters, rushing to Stacia's chambers to relieve the men who'd been there all night. They'd been promised whores on their return, but Tressa had been relived to find they'd all cleared out before morning.

  Horny, grunting men was the last thing she wanted to hear while
she'd tried to grab the last few moments of sleep. At least something went the way she wanted it to.

  Henry rubbed his eyes, not eager to get out of bed. After what he'd been through the night before, Tressa felt sorry for him. She didn't see him as the lazy child she'd taken him for just hours ago. Most children went through a change as they entered adulthood. Many times it lead to them making poor choices or having trysts with others in the back of a barn. For Henry it meant pain. Exhaustion. Confusion.

  She wanted to take the boy in her arms and hold him until the pain went away. Tressa looked up at Jarrett. "He's not well enough to go."

  "He must," Jarrett said. "He'll cope." He reached over and pulled the rough woolen blanket off of Henry's balled up body. "Up, boy. We have a job to do."

  They were the last to leave the room. Henry dragged listlessly behind Jarrett and Tressa's insistent tugging.

  The rocky walls blurred by Tressa. She ran as fast as she could without letting go of Henry. He'd finally woken enough to be dragged out of bed. Jarrett had splashed water on Henry's face and droplets still fell to his armor from his hair. It had been enough, though.

  A determined look swept across his face. He seemed more alert than Tressa had ever seen him, almost making her wonder if she'd imagined his bizarre behavior in the pub the night before.

  Henry tugged his arm back, slipping it easily from Tressa's grasp. Truth was she hadn't been trying too hard. He'd never offered resistance. She turned around and glanced at him over her shoulder. Yes, he was definitely more in control than ever.

  "It's part of the transformation." Jarrett whispered to her. They couldn't be too careful in the palace. Ears were everywhere. "He's a good boy. Strong. He just becomes weaker before, well, you know. I felt it was coming last night, but wasn't sure. It's completely unpredictable until he learns to control it."

  Henry jogged between Jarrett and Tressa, barely a puff of exhaustion on his face. "Sorry I've been so childish lately. Sometimes it's hard to work through the fire pumping in my veins." He winked at Tressa.