Dragon's Challenge - D. R. Rosier Page 0,8
of course, was the queen dragon was nowhere to be found. Khalea’s aerie was empty, outside of her sister that is.
Blossom said, “She went on a private hunt, she didn’t tell me where she was going.”
She frowned, “Your bond feels wrong, thin. She’s not on this plane, is she?”
Blossom scoffed, “Of course she is.”
A shiver went down April’s spine, her sister had just bald faced lied to her. The problem was it was impossible to lie when sharing a single mind and body, and her sister deflated at April’s shock.
Blossom started to sob, “Please don’t hate me, sister. I couldn’t, still can’t, tell you.”
April gasped as she came to the truth, “She dominates you?”
Blossom shuddered. That, and the fairy’s miserable silence, was answer enough.
It was against both species’ laws, morals, and society for a dragon to dominate their allied and bonded fairy. So much so it was an instant death sentence if there was proof of it being done. That the queen of the dragons had dominated Blossom didn’t bode well at all. Elder dragon society would be rocked when word spread of it.
She wondered how long that had gone on. Was it a new development, or had Blossom been chained to her bonded dragon’s will all of their lives? There was only one way to find out.
She reached through her own bond, and tugged, hard. Hard enough to wake up Muranth and really get his attention. She felt his power and magic surge back, and she guided it across the planes with her own power.
Her and Blossom’s shared body was suddenly in a tornado of Muranth’s power. Her bonded had overwhelming strength and magic, and it buzzed around her and easily had the power to crush her out of existence.
Blossom quailed under the threat of that power, was truly terrified at the scope of it, but April just felt a deep sense of comfort and safety. She felt securely cradled in the eye of her love’s vicious storm of magic. All the shocked rage in it was protective, and all about the way Blossom had been victimized.
As she’d hoped, he’d seen Blossom had been dominated by his sister’s magic, as soon as his read her body and magic.
The storm cut in like a razor, cutting that bond to Khalea into shreds, freeing her sister from her nightmare. Then it receded slowly. She’d have some explaining to do once she’d learned the full truth and returned her consciousness to her true body.
That might take some time, as she cradled her sister with her thoughts while Blossom broke down into heartrending sobs of grief, fear, and relief. Her own anger was held at bay by her deep and horrified sense of compassion for what her sister had endured.
Still, she needed to find out where Khalea was, and what her true goals were.
“Blossom, you need to tell me what she’s up to, then you can go to your mate and find shelter there. Khalea will not get away with this.”
Blossom started out slowly, between sobs, but eventually she got the whole story out.
April was beyond pissed, as she flew Blossom’s body to her mate, and then released her power. Her sister’s will hadn’t been up to the effort of moving a finger, much less traveling to her mate’s and mate’s bonded aerie for succor. She had very little doubt that Khalea would be marked for death by every dragon on their plane by day’s end.
Tansya relaxed in her tree, stretched out, and enjoyed the feeling of her sister’s skin against their hard-muscled master. His strong protective arms felt like a shelter around her and Willow both, even as she’d returned to their tree.
The Oak seed she held in her hand was beautiful as she examined it. Her and Willow’s daughter would be perfect once she was planted, and the tree had time to grow. She carefully put it in a nook. There it would wait, the potential life in it held in abeyance until the seed was planted in fertile ground.
Master had promised their daughter would be safe when they returned to their home plane. The humans there respected the magical forests, and their offspring would be safe from woodcutters. It would be worth the wait, what was two centuries?
She and her sister had long ago realized they’d stopped aging, master’s hoard dimension was a timeless place and their tree hadn’t aged a day. If anything, it was more filled with life, thanks to master’s magic. Her and Willow would stay young