Shadowborn Academy_ Year Three (Dark Fae Academy #3) - G. Bailey Page 0,31

gold medallion around his neck.

I snarl, my scales bristling with fury.

All I can see is red as I struggle not to punch sense into these spineless warriors.

The Draconian hears me even in his male form. “I am the king’s royal advisor, Sir Julius Griscor.” His long blond hair flows around him as he comes to a sharp halt. There’s a strange, familiar air about the advisor, but I would remember seeing a blonde Draconian. It’s extremely rare among dragons.

“The king knows you are here.” He turns to the dragons. “Prince Drusus, Prince Draco, and Prince Drakon, thank you for your concern, but this visitor is no threat to us.” Turning to me, he adds, “Come, Zander. We have much to discuss.”

As I transform back into my human form and follow the advisor, I say, “I never told you my name. How do you know me?”

The Draconian pauses only briefly. “It is my job to know everyone in this forest,” he says, resuming his walk. “Hurry now. The king is not a patient dragon but he is keen to hear your plea.”

Flying back over the forest, I glance at the army of dragons now flying behind me and King Cyrus into battle. I wasn’t sure the king would believe me at first, but with the help of his queen and advisors, I was able to convince him to come with me by the time the moon claimed the night sky. Tapping into the king’s mind, I send him a message.

The king’s dragon, a fierce monster of a creature with huge claws, dark green scales, and shimmering blood-red eyes glances at me for a moment.

I make sure to meet the king’s eyes as I reply.

The king informs me for an answer, shocking me into silence which I suspect is what he wanted.

I have a fucking brother?

Pushing away the shock, or any thoughts of the father I have never met, I focus on the present and look at the stars now gleaming above. It is said that the fallen gods and goddesses have gone to rest up there to watch over us. I send a silent prayer to them to help Corvina. Take my life if you must but not hers. Vina is everything this messed up world needs to save them from drowning in darkness. Fae and shadowborn, and magics alike must see that she is the future for them all. Selena, do not let her die in this war.

The first thing I sense is fire, so much of it, just before I see the Titans surrounding the ruins of the Light Fae Kingdom. They weave destruction in waves, killing everything in their way. Countless fae and shadowborn fall as we fly towards them and I search for anyone familiar. Sensing Vina in the palace which is surrounded by a dark bubble of magic, I know getting to her is going to be near impossible.

But I’m going to try.

The king’s roared demand pounds in my head as I join my fellow dragons and charge at the city.

Corvina Charles…I’m coming for you.

“Do you know what? I think we should do this the old way,” Eva says, dragging two swords out from thin air. She throws one at me and the metal clangs at my feet. “Father did always want my fencing skills put to good use. This is as good an opportunity as any.”

As I bend down to pick up the sword, just managing to hold back a hiss from all the pain, the magical sword speaks in my mind.

I drag the sword off the floor and hold it with both hands, my arms trembling. I glare at my sister, watching as she twirls her sword around smugly.

the little bastard mumbles, but his remark gives me the strength I need to prove it wrong.

I straighten, holding myself as tall as I can while my magic heals the bruises left by Eva. I notice the injuries I gave her have also healed. With my strength restored, I tighten my grip on the