Night Dragon An Epic Fantasy Adventure - D.K. Holmberg Page 0,85
needed to do by himself. This was something he could do by himself.
The wind seemed to intensify. This speed with which he dropped increased.
Panic set in.
For a moment, Jason questioned what he had done and the reason he had done it.
This was foolish. This was death. Almost certain death.
Only, Jason knew it wasn’t. He had used his power in a way he knew he could control. That was what he had to do. He needed to reach the egg and keep it from feeding—and off the dragons, along with the people of Dragon Haven.
He reached the energy swirling off the misfit dragons. It crackled around him, the energy of lightning and thunder and ice and fire and everything.
Then he was through it.
Jason barely had a chance to react.
Once through that cloud of power, he realized what these other dragons were doing. They created a shell of power.
That shell held back danger. That shell held back the darkness.
It was power.
Jason fell through the heart of it.
Somewhere distantly, dragons shrieked. It came from overhead, and then other dragons shrieked, calling after him.
Jason ignored that. He focused instead on the power within him, the power of his fall, and trying to control it all.
That was what he had to do now. He had to control it.
Somehow, Jason had to find that energy within him, a way to hold onto that power and to maintain his control over it. He began to focus on the energy of the north, the cold wind.
As he did, he could feel it flowing within him.
Darkness swirled past him.
Jason was dropping so fast that he barely gathered that it was a dragon before he was past.
A streak of flames shot toward him, but Jason, wrapped in the cold, ignored it.
He wondered if it would even bother him anyway. He was tied into the cold of the north, but he was also tied into the heat and fire of the iron dragon.
By holding onto that connection, Jason wondered if he might be able to use that power in a way that would grant him a greater connection, something more than what he already possessed. Jason held onto that energy, letting it fill him.
He had to focus on the power within him in order to not crash into the ground. It involved using the energies that he connected to. Not just the northern wind that he had somehow bonded to, but that of the iron dragon, perhaps the earth dragon, and even that of the forest dragon.
He used that power, pushing outward, attempting to slow himself.
Finally, as he started to slow, Jason turned.
Dragons were everywhere around him.
He dropped through them.
Suddenly, dragons turned toward him.
Jason used a hint of wind and then reacted again, twisting.
It took his connection to the wind to cycle him down.
That was what he needed to do. Jason held onto that energy, feeling the way that he was cycling, and began to focus on it, feeling the way that it needed to spin, using that same connection to the power within him.
It was that same wind he had known his entire life.
Jason swirled.
By holding onto that connection, feeling the wind as it swirled around him, he understood there was something more, some other aspect of it that he could hold onto. He swirled the way ice had always swirled around him when he was younger. It was a familiar feeling.
Dragons swirled around him, but much like the wind, his swirling avoided the obstacles. He avoided the danger. He avoided everything as he dropped toward the ground.
He lost himself in the swirling of the power, the energy that continued to cycle around him, and Jason let that energy continue to build as it circled around him. He wanted nothing more than to hold onto it, to see if there might be something within the swirling that he could use, but even as it continued circling around him, there was just the energy.
He let that power work around him.
By holding onto it, Jason recognized the way the north wind held onto him, circling around him, giving him the power that he needed. Jason embraced that energy and power, and by holding onto it, he continued swirling, circling, moving.
He felt one with it.
And then he slammed into something.
He lost control. He gusted off to the side, pain shooting through him.
He borrowed the energy of the ice and the iron dragon, sending it through him. A healing wave washed over him.