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“Stop! Stop!” Abner cried out, getting between the two of them. “We all have our own issues, but we got to figure out what’s happening. These Deathlies must be real, and we need to do something about them. They could hurt our own lands that we walk on. The last thing we want is to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“Does anyone else know anything about them?” Angie asked, annoyed. “Because obviously, this lunatic supposedly says that we are their only shot at killing off the Deathlies.”
“He’s not a lunatic! I believe him,” I supported Damian. If he said that was what he saw and heard, I believed him. Even if I was still upset with him for not telling me he was leading me to my death.
He turned and looked at me, giving me a slight smile. I shot him a glance, letting him know he was not off the hook and that we would have to talk about it later.
“How were they created?” Abner asked.
Everyone went silent for a moment in thought.
“Are they real creatures?” Luella asked.
“Of course, they are real creatures. What kind of question is that?” Loker questioned, making Luella blush.
“Luella, you’re a genius!” Clemmy exclaimed. “They are real, but they must be spawned.”
“Spawned by what?” Damian asked, his arms folded over his chest.
“What do you guys think? The only thing that could create such demonic creatures.” Clemmy retorted. Everyone responded with an understanding of where she was going with the conversation. “Old magic,” Clemmy said, waving her hands about.
“So, how do you kill them, then?” Luella curiously asked.
“Kill the connection,” I added. They all turned to look at me, not thinking that I would pipe in. “You must find the medium and destroy whatever the magical connection is tethered to.”
“Hmm, and how do you know so much about old magic?” Abner asked, stepping toward me.
“Doesn’t matter, but that’s how you kill it off. I never realized that they were created from old magic, and I didn’t realize that cutting off the source would be the connection. There’s theconnection, and then there’s where the power resides. If they were created from old magic, I am assuming that someone or something is the medium and that the power resides in their nest. That would be the only thing to make sense.” I should’ve thought about this before. I was so quick to take the crown before Tobias got to it that I didn’t think strategically about what I was dealing with.
“Where’s the nest?” Luella asked, scared to know.
“In the Forbidden Forest, near my castle.” I gulped. “The connection must also be near the castle because they can’t be that far off.” I thought of the lady running in with the boils. She wouldn’t have been able to live for long or had even made the journey to the castle unless it was close. Unless the Deathlies I saw that night physically touched her at some point.
I thought of my grandmother and the shield that she put up on my tower. She could never leave the kingdom grounds, as her magic couldn’t extend that far. I remembered her telling me she was the medium for the magic and that the shield was where the power resided. She told me that there was always a medium and an originality of where the power was held. Sometimes sorcerers could transfer the “medium” to objects rather than channel their own energy, but she told me it takes years to do so, and only the strongest sorcerers could make that possible. If she were to transfer the medium to an object in the castle, like a flower, then when that object was destroyed or tampered with, it would affect the magic for what it was being channeled toward.
“It has to be a person. And someone inside my castle.”
1.Haxnau (Hah-nah-woo): Hell
2.Yamceeii (Yawm-say-ee): (Placed before the verb in a command)
3.Axuaeii (Ah-wah-ee): The verb to use
4.Uama (Wah-ma): Something to have/Theirs/Yours/His/Hers
Chapter forty-seven
AURELIA
“So, you are telling me that you all are ‘connected’ to dragons?” I was still trying to unravel the secrets of the Old Religion, my mind a buzzing fog that I couldn’t get rid of.
After introducing me to each of them, they all showed me their fingernails. And mine now matched theirs. They were the result of becoming Scalebound, showing the connection between the dragon and its rider.
Our nails now matched the sky and the constellations of Celestials from above. My fingernails changed from the pink that matched my hair to an inked black that correlated with the nighttime above me, even at midday. As I moved my hand from side to side, the Celestialized stars followed, the specks of white and gold moving as well.
The colony called itself Scalebound–the Scalebornes and their connected dragons. Their goal was to, number one, protect each other and, number two, create harmony between dragons andhumanity. They had been going from village to village, letting the villagers get to know the dragons and training them on how to react when dragons came to visit, lessening the chances of them getting burnt to crisps.
They found that they must be careful because, obviously, they couldn’t prance around village to village being Scalebornes and having golden blood. They would be killed in seconds. So it took time and preparation to watch the village and get to know each person before they risked exposing themselves to a group of people they didn’t know.
