Night Dragon An Epic Fantasy Adventure - D.K. Holmberg Page 0,55

used some barrier to protect herself, deflecting the blow, and Jason tried again, calling down ice lightning. It slammed into her, dislodging her from the dragon and sending her tumbling to the ground. He had no sympathy for her.

It left only one Dragon Soul remaining.

He turned his attention to the man. He was larger than Jason, with dark hair and black eyes so different than Jason’s mismatched dragon sight eye, rage seeming to bubble within those eyes.

Jason felt the same rage.

Anger filled him.

He called on the powers that he could access, but something happened.

The blue dragon started to fall.

Jason tried to shift his grip, trying to hold onto it, but could not.

Even as he attempted to do so, he could feel something there, some aspect of it holding onto him.

He tried to help the dragon, but he didn’t know if he could.

He called upon the ice and iron dragons, wanting to mix their two powers together, but even as he did, he couldn’t help but feel as if there was nothing that he could do. He needed to find some way to help. This blue dragon needed his assistance.

But the other dragon…

“Stop him,” the blue dragon called.

“Why?”

“He must not take the bone,” the dragon said.

“I can help you.”

“Stop him,” the blue dragon said again.

Jason looked up. The black dragon was already starting away. If he didn’t do anything, it would be too late.

He summoned the power within him and jumped.

The cold power of the north carried him, bursting him upward, and he soared above the ground, the energy carrying him, and power that Jason recognized filled him.

He held onto that energy, that power, and he continued to let himself be filled with it. As he did, he tried to grasp for something more, some other energy, but he didn’t have enough. He needed more power.

He needed the iron dragon.

That energy carried him, and as Jason let that power lift him, he streaked higher and higher, drawing upon all of the powers that he could, and he raced toward the black dragon and the bone.

Somehow that was important.

Henry had told him that it was not the first time Lorach had gone after a dragon bone. There was power in the bones of dragons, though Jason had no idea why this bone, or why at this time, but he felt as if he needed to do what the blue dragon asked of him.

He couldn’t look back to see whether the blue dragon needed his help, but there was a part of Jason that suspected he did. He feared what might happen to the dragon, and feared what would be happen if he didn’t help him, but at the same time, he also didn’t know whether he could stop what was taking place.

Power carried them forward.

It was an incredible burst of energy, and it helped him catch up to the black dragon.

Jason grabbed for the bone in the dragon’s talons. It was a massive thigh bone, and heat radiated off it. He used the dragon bone to help slow him, and he clutched it, feeling the warmth within it, almost something that was familiar to him.

He scrambled along the length of the bone, using everything that he could in order to get to the top of the dragon, and from there, he needed to go farther.

He needed to keep moving.

He climbed up the dragon, and he could feel the energy of the dragon, but he could feel something else, as well.

The influence of the Dragon Soul.

Jason needed to help this dragon.

He could do that from here. He was next to the dragon’s flank, hidden from view, and as far as he could tell, the Dragon Soul had no idea that he was there, no idea that Jason attempted to scale the dragon’s side.

He needed to take advantage of that.

He focused on ice and iron, the healing washing of power that he knew could work through the dragon, and as he did, he sent that energy through the dragon. He had healed countless dragons. Each time he did, there was the same reaction, that feeling of freedom from the dragon as he released it from the hold the Dragon Soul had over it. This time, there was a different bit of resistance.

He could feel it.

Jason struggled against that power.

The Dragon Soul was more potent than he would’ve expected.

Jason needed to borrow as much power as he could, sending it coursing through this dragon, but even as he did, he wasn’t sure that he had