vacant and empty, like she wasn’t really there, wasn’t in control of herself. I cried out for her to stop and she came to her senses. When she realized what she was about to do, she became distraught, frantic. She looked so afraid, My Love. She left that night, saying she couldn’t be trusted anymore by those she loved.”
“Why didn’t you stop her?!” Alexander demanded.
“How? I’m three inches tall,” Chloe shot back. “Besides, I didn’t want to stop her. She’d become a threat to your life, and I knew you wouldn’t be able to bring yourself to admit it. We both love you, Alexander. And we both did what we must to protect you. She left and I let her go. What’s more, I’m proud of her for what she did. Leaving you hurt her, but she did it anyway because staying would have hurt you.”
Alexander started to get up, but the stabbing pain in his leg stopped him cold. He gasped at the sudden intensity of it, breathing in short, quick breaths for a moment while he regained his senses. The wound was bad. He wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon.
“Take it easy, Alexander,” Jack said. “You’ll tear your wound open.”
“I’m sorry, Little One,” Alexander said, through the pain. “I didn’t mean to blame you.”
“I know, My Love,” Chloe said. “Isabel will come back to you. I know it in my heart.”
“I hope you’re right, Little One.”
Anja sat up and put her head on the footboard, her tail flicking about excitedly.
Alexander looked at the baby dragon, so gangly and uncoordinated, yet beautiful, a promise of power to come.
“Anja? Is that you?” he asked.
She nodded enthusiastically, her tail flicking back and forth.
“She hasn’t left your side, except to feed,” Jack said, “and then only at her mother’s insistence.”
His senses finally intact, Alexander surveyed his surroundings. He was lying in a bed in his Wizard’s Den. Hector and Horace were both there, silently watching over him, one guarding the door, the other sitting at the table. Outside the door was the cavern where he’d fought the pirates, recovered the Tyr Thinblade, saved Anja, and been stabbed through the leg by a wraithkin’s dagger.
“How long have I been out?” he asked.
“Ten days,” Jack said.
“I need to get to my magic circle.”
“You’ll tear your wound and set your recovery back by weeks,” Jack said. “Bragador made me promise to keep you from getting up. She spent hours applying heat to your wound to kill the infection. Without her, you’d be dead. Just stay in bed and heal.”
“I need to find out where Isabel went,” Alexander said, choking back a lump in his throat.
“What if we put a circle around your bed?” Jack asked. “Would that work?”
Alexander thought about it for a moment. He’d seen magic circles of all different sizes—the only constants were the seven symbols carved between the dual circles.
“I don’t see why not,” Alexander said.
“Good,” Jack said. “You lie back and relax. Hector, Horace, and I will make a magic circle in the middle of the floor, then move your bed inside it.”
The three men worked, while Anja nosed about, trying to figure out what they were doing, but mostly just getting in the way. Alexander carefully inspected each symbol as they drew it on the floor, using the symbols inlaid in gold on his meditation table as guides. Once the circle was complete, they carefully carried Alexander’s bed into the center of it.
Before he could begin his meditation, he had an odd sensation … a knowing came over him. Bragador was coming. Moments later, she entered the room in human form.
“Anja, it’s time to feed,” she said as she entered. “Ah, Alexander you’ve woken. You had us all worried for a time there.”
“They tell me you saved my life,” Alexander said. “I’m in your debt.”
“Careful, Alexander,” Bragador said. “Dragons take debts very seriously.”
“As do I,” he said. “Thank you. For helping me and for sheltering us.”
“Perhaps we’re even,” Bragador said. “After all, you did save my troublesome daughter.” Anja frowned until she saw the genuine smile Bragador gave her. “It seems she’s been spending all of her time here when she should be feeding and learning how to fly.”
“Anja, I’ll be fine,” Alexander said, gently stroking the baby dragon’s brow. “And I’m not going anywhere. You can come see me later.”
She nuzzled his foot and then followed her mother out of the Wizard’s Den.
“I’ll be back in a while, Alexander,” Bragador said. “We have much to discuss.”