Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 136009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Kerrigan shot Audria a glance. Her eyes were wide. Blood and pain didn’t sound good.
A dragon shot out of the Holy Mountain and soared over the lake. His scales were a flat, matte bronze that dully reflected the rising sun’s rays. He was huge—not quite as big as Gelryn but nearly twice the size of Tieran. He had barbed spikes down the middle of his back and a hooked tail that looked like it could cleave through a mountaintop. No wonder he’d been chosen as champion.
“Do you think he had a rider?” Audria whispered.
Kerrigan shrugged. “I have no idea. I thought all dragons had to enter the tournament,” she said, glancing around the lakeside, “but I’m starting to think there’s much we don’t know about dragons.”
The announcement continued: “Dragonkind sees Dalrig against Tieran. May the elders show no mercy.”
With that pronouncement, Dalrig dove. Tieran must have been anticipating that move, because he was already across the lake when Dalrig flew up out of his run. Kerrigan understood these odds. She had always been physically smaller than her opponents. Many of her instructors had emphasized that bulk didn’t always matter in a fight if the other fighter was quicker or more skilled. So Kerrigan had spent years working on being just that.
She had to be fast, nimble, and talented. She had to or she’d be dead. Tieran had learned the same lessons all that time they’d been fighting together. He couldn’t be more powerful than a dragon twice his size. He could only be better.
Tieran flew high above the lake front. He kept his eyes on Dalrig as Dalrig pulled up from his dive to find Tieran farther away than when he started. He looked pissed. The fury on his visage made her nervous even though Tieran’s move was the same one she always utilized: infuriate your opponent, and make them have a misstep. She just hoped it worked the same with dragons.
She had never seen a fight like this before. She and Tieran had flown into war together with a whole contingent of dragons, but the other side hadn’t had dragons. And Society dragons didn’t fight each other. They were all on the same side. How terrifying it must have been during the Great War when both sides of the battle had dragons that could kill you. How terrifying for anyone going up against dragons.
She shivered.
“Come on Tieran!” she called. “You can do this!”
Her voice was slight compared to the roar of the dragons all around her, but she still hoped he could hear her over the din.
The two dragons were circling each other high above the crowd. It could have been birds for all Kerrigan could see, like hawks getting ready to attack each other. Except that these were enormous, fiercely intelligent, mountain-shaking dragons.
Dalrig dove again. Audria clutched Kerrigan’s arm as Tieran rolled out of the way. Dalrig’s claws scraped at Tieran’s belly. The dragon scales were fire-resistant armor, but the underside was more vulnerable than the rest of them. Tieran spewed flames at the other dragon, narrowly evading his claws. The resulting plume of smoke was enough cover for Tieran to escape.
Kerrigan breathed a sigh of relief as the dragons separated again. If Dalrig dragged his claws through Tieran’s belly, they were finished. Long-range weapons had been built to puncture the undersides and especially the throats of dragons. Some of them had been mounted in Lethbridge, but the weapons had been long out of service. Dragons were their allies.
Dread started to fill her belly the longer this went on. Even if they won this battle, they had a war to win—a war against Society dragons. A war that not all of them would survive. The thought made her sick. Why was she part of a world with this level of destruction?
Tieran darted away as if he were going to lick his almost wounds. But Dalrig made chase, not letting him get away this time. Tieran flew straight toward the Holy Mountain. He blindingly veered over their position, the wind whipping Kerrigan’s hair around her face. Dalrig was hot on his tail as they zipped through the points of the mountain that made it an obstacle course, Tieran running evasive maneuvers as if they were back in the arena.
Kerrigan laughed as the larger dragon struggled with the tight turns and pivots.
“That looks familiar,” Audria said.
“Sure does.”
Just as Dalrig got near to grabbing Tieran’s tail, Tieran executed a perfect barrel roll, his wings folding around his body. One second, he was there, and the next, he disappeared entirely into cloud cover.
He was just gone. Kerrigan covered her eyes with her hand to try to find where he was. She and Gelryn had prepared for the tests, and she had to trust that he knew best. Even if her stomach was in her throat and her worry for Tieran was almost oppressive. He could do this on his own. He didn’t need her help. Not for this test at least…she hoped.