egg summoned you.” He still felt that energy within him. “I don’t really know how to explain otherwise, only that there is some sort of power calling to you.” He looked up at the dragons, a mixture of Dragon Haven dragons and those that he’d freed. “It’s also calling to the dragons. Feeding on them too.”
“Where are the others?” Henry asked.
Jason shook his head. “I don’t know what happened to the others. I have one of the dragons looking, but I can’t feel anything from them.” Henry arched a brow at him, and Jason ignored it. He couldn’t feel anything, which was all that mattered. Until they found the others of Dragon Haven, he wasn’t sure it mattered anymore.
Even if they did, unless Lorach actively attacked them, there was nothing that Jason needed to do for them. Right now, he had to protect the dragons.
“How did this happen?” Jason asked.
“We’d seen movement from Lorach. The Dragon Guard had identified it. You were gone. Sarah decided to take matters into her own hands and went searching.” His voice caught. “I wish she would not have.”
“What happened?”
Henry shook his head. “She found them. Both of them. At least, their bodies. They were outside of the city a couple of days by foot, lying near the mouth of a cave. She saw a pair of dragon pearls she suspected implicated Lorach, so she went after them.”
“She went after Lorach?”
“She was hurting. Angry. And when she attacked, they were powerful. They chased her, us, and then… this.”
Cherise and Olaf were gone.
Jason had known they probably were, but hearing it this way was hard.
It had to have been devastating for Sarah.
And he hadn’t been there for her.
She’d found them on her own.
How angry must she have been?
Angry enough to go after Lorach.
Henry went on, oblivious to what Jason had been thinking. “I remember… a pounding. I’m not sure what that means, only that there was a sense of a pounding, and I remember how it was coming toward us, the power pulsating within that pounding.” Henry looked over at him, frowning. “What does that mean?”
Jason shook his head. “I don’t know, only that whatever caused that is likely tied to the egg feeding energy that called you here.”
Henry looked around him, shaking his head a moment before turning his attention back to Jason. “Can you help these others?” Henry asked.
“It is taking a considerable pull on all of the energy for me to be able to free you. I worry that if I were to let it go, you’ll be drawn in again.”
“Is there any way to solidify it?”
“There might be,” Janeya said, looking at Henry. “I’ve done something similar before, though not quite on this scale.”
“Who is this?” Henry asked.
“This is Janeya. She trained with Lorren.”
Henry glowered at her, and Jason had to hurry to head that reaction off. He needed them to work together, not against each other. It wouldn’t do for Henry to look at her in that way.
“She’s with me, now,” Jason said. He needed to head off any issues before anything happened. “She wants to help. She wants to stop Lorach. She wants to save the dragons.”
“I can feel something within him,” Janeya said. “I think that if I use the power of the earth dragons, mixing with the mist dragons, it should be enough to change things, and we should be able to hold it around him.”
“Try it,” Jason said.
She turned to Henry. “You will have to hold steady.”
Power flowed from Janeya. Jason recognized way that she was using it, swirling the mist dragon energy around, and she anchored it with the earth dragon.
The combination was strange, and the way she held onto it was impressive. By holding it that way, by anchoring it downward, Jason recognized it would hold steadily.
Then she tamped it down. “This is as much as I can do,” she said.
Jason focused on what she was doing. He thought he might be able to recreate it.
It would be challenging, especially as he didn’t have the same connection to the mist dragons as she did, though he could reach through the connection he shared with her, and together he thought they would be able to draw that power out, and he could feel how she had used it in order to seal the illusion.
And she wasn’t just holding it; she was adding to it.
He looked at Henry. “What do you feel?”
“Nothing different. Should I feel anything?”
“She anchored it. Hopefully it will hold.”
“Hopefully?”
“I don’t know what will