As soon as I was back inside the cave, I sensed something was wrong. Sounds of fighting echoed beyond the exit. Panicked, I yanked open the door just as an elf with long silver hair and empty eyes fell into me, knocking me back so my butt hit the ground. I didn't want to kill anyone else. That was the last thing I wanted to do, but as though on autopilot, my newfound crown powers took over and as I pushed the elf off me, white lightning danced across my fingertips and into her body. She disintegrated instantly. What. The. Hell!But I didn't have time to contemplate what happened as another elf came at me. I rushed to my feet and put out my hands, revealing my fangs as he came for me. Again, white lightning lit my hands and the elf disintegrated. Was it because they were elves coming after me, or was it because I was in danger? I glanced around, preparing for more. The remaining akuma were occupied with Joanna and her League of Huntsmen. The battle was intense. A troll fough
Inside the castle, I walked the huntsmen, including Joanna, down to the Academy's locker rooms. They were empty, as I suspected. "Towels are in here," I said, opening a cabinet. "Clean clothes here," I went on, opening a closet. "Showers are back there." "Thank you," the first huntsman said. "I'm Gris," he added. Then he turned to the rest of the group and introduced them. I forgot the names as soon as they were mentioned but appreciated Gris's efforts. "Good to meet you all. I'm going to get changed too," I said, though that wasn't strictly true. Joanna was suffering and I needed to be there for her. "If you need us, Joanna and I will be in the dining hall in an hour." "You are most kind." Gris saluted as we walked out. The castle was like a ghost town. A servant or two would scuttle along, keeping their eyes down, focused on putting one foot in front of the other. I hurried up to my rooms where I sent Joanna in to shower, hoping the warm water would get her out of her funk. Insi
As soon as I arrived in the Hollow, the hot air caressed my skin like flames on cooking meat. I wrapped my arms around myself, working to get my bearings. The sky was dark, and I had a moment of fear - perhaps Pops was wrong and Sharra's powers reached here as well - until I noticed the pinks and oranges in the distance. The sun was rising. A shiver of joy touched my heart. Light was coming and that filled me with hope. I took a step forward and something crunched under my boot as my shin cracked against something sharp. "Ow." I glanced down and discovered the ground was made of sticks, several of which were jabbing into me. "Where am I?" I knew I was in the Hollow, but where specifically? The thick twined sticks were woven together but that gave me no indication. Lifting myself up onto the wall of twigs, I peered over the side. A wave of dizziness sent my head spinning. Below and across the expanse as far as I could see stretched an unending valley filled with craggy hills, some much
I was dreaming. That much was clear. Because Troy was there and he was laughing. It'd been a long time since I heard him laugh. Warmth and love radiated from him and I felt such joy. Even when he started to lick my face."Troy," I said, giggling. "Stop it." His face changed from my gorgeous Troy to something red and scaly. I opened my eyes and looked directly into the face of the dragon that had been in the nest with me. Surprised, I rose up on my elbows, hoping the dragon would get the hint and get off, but it just scooted down into my lap before resting its forehead against me. I heard the distinctly female voice inside my mind: Hello, my name is Lirle."Can you get off me, Lirle," I said, aloud, forcing myself to remain calm. Of course, she said, flying up and landing on the ground beside me. The ground was cracked and flaky like it hadn't rained in months. When I fell, I felt myself go into the ground, but now I'm lying on a flat surface without an indent where my body w
Lirle took to the air, her attention on the direction where the sound came from. Her whole body trembled. "You're frightened. What is it?" I asked, fighting my own nerves. Lirle's eyes bore into mine and her terror shone brightly as she said: We're too late. The Ondror's magic is upon us. Listen carefully. A dragon's magic comes from the soul. Our greatest weapon is using the weaknesses of our enemy against them by showing them what they fear most. She flew over to the stream before coming back to me and pointing with one claw. Lirle asked: Do you see the soul magic coming?I followed her gaze and squinted until I saw the blackness, traveling like a deadly mist through the trees, and heading right for us. "Can we outrun it?" She shook her head and said: No. It's everywhere. She spun in a circle and I followed her. Lirle was right. It was coming from every direction, like we had a homing beacon on us. She met my gaze and said: You see? Whatever happens, whatever you experience o
"How nice to see you, Lirle." The voice came from a gray dragon with blood red eyes. His sharp and pointy teeth glistened like they held their own light. Huge talons clamped around Lirle from behind, holding her like a sharpened straight jacket. She gasped and struggled but couldn't move. Her captor's clutches were bigger than Lirle's body. The first dragon looked at me. "And you are Jasmine, heir to Sharra and an original vampire. But where are your wings?" He opened his mouth and I thought he intended to burn me to a crisp. Instead his tongue came out and he licked me. Tasting. "Strange," he said. "Gross." I wiped my cheek with the sleeve of my shirt. It occurred to me he was speaking like Abernathy did, with his mouth and not in my mind like Lirle. Perhaps speaking aloud was a skill that came with age. The first dragon pushed through the trees, causing them to snap and break. Then he pounded his tail on the ground several times in a rhythmic fashion while lifting his head. He ro
He looked up and for the briefest moment, I thought he was staring right at me. No longer angry, but still unsure. Troy spoke: I love you, too, Jazz. He stopped speaking and adjusted his weight, sitting up straighter. They added: Someone is coming. He closed his eyes and pretended to be sleeping. His cell door cranked open and a female voice spoke. "I brought you a friend. Try not to kill each other." Christopher stumbled into the room before turning and flashing his fangs. "You touch me like that again and you won't live to tell anyone about it." His hands were behind his back and black magic held his wrists together. The person he spoke to laughed. It was Sharra.I focused on Troy. His eyes burned into Chris like he would kill him. To Troy, I begged: Please remember, Chris is on our side. He believes in our love too. When Sharra forced me to kiss him, Chris stopped me and freed me from her magic. He's changed and he can help.I hoped that was true. As much as I trusted Chris
Now that we had nothing to fear, Lirle and I moved quickly and undeterred toward the stronghold. As we went, Lirle talked more about the dragon she liked as well as growing up in the dragon realm. Hearing her talk, I couldn't help but admire the Hollow. It was stark and vast and though it wasn't blooming with all manner of flowers like Sharra, it still held beauty. That night as we rested and ate under a canopy of trees, I was able to witness one of the wonders of her realm. Here, the forest stirred to life at night. Everything seemed to possess a bioluminescence. Trees whose leaves were pink during the day glowed a soft white, like millions of fireflies covered them. Animals I hadn't known were there, insects and little creatures that reminded me of spider monkeys, lit up as well. It was beautiful and a little terrifying. "Why does it do this?" I asked, mesmerized. Lirle took another bite of whatever she was eating. Her lips were luminescent blue like the spider monkeys and I force