Chapter Twenty Three: A New Generation of Dragons

Posted on August 30, 2014 at 1:05 AM

Kennard put his arm around Magda while they watched their sons stand near the eggs in the sand. Eamon’s wife had already bonded with the new queen named Evelina. Aylward’s mate Etana had died yesterday and Aylward wouldn’t survive much longer. Suddenly a crack appeared in one of the eggs and a claw soon showed. Eamon rushed forward to touch the claw. The egg burst open and the dragon was the same color as the bronze dragon clasp that had passed from Kennard’s father Fanchon to him and then to Eamon as a symbol of their duties as Lord Dracona. A second egg began to hatch and Rolfe joined his brother among the eggs that were all beginning to show signs of hatching.

“I’m worried about Rolfe,” Magda said. “He still hasn’t picked a wife.”

“He’s only a hundred and six,” Kennard replied as Rolf’s dragon hatched. “Maybe it’s time for us to let Eamon lead Dracona.”

Deal with it tomorrow,” Magda said as their sons approached with their dragons.”

“Isn’t Haskell beautiful?” Eamon said.

“Mackin is too,” Rolfe said.

“All dragons are beautiful,” Magda said with a smile. “Get them fed while you wash and oil them.”

The following morning Fanchon found Miranda and Eamon in the cavern with the dragons.

“I need to talk to the both of you,” Kennard said and they glanced at each other. “In my office.”

Eamon then looked at Haskell with an annoyed look on his face.

“What’s the matter?”

“Haskell says he knows exactly what you want to talk to us about but won’t tell me,” Eamon responded. “He’s laughing at me.”

Kennard began laughing a bit and said, “It’s good you have a dragon with a sense of humor. You are too serious sometimes.”

They followed him out of the cavern to the sitting room on the other end of the great hall. Magda was waiting for them there. They went into the office and shut the door.

“This is a private conversation for now,” he said as he locked the door.

Miranda glanced at Eamon again before they sat down in the chairs facing the desk.

“It’s time for you to take on more responsibility,” Kennard said. “Tonight at supper I’ll officially pass leadership of Dracona on to you.”

“I don’t know what to say, Father. Why now?”

“Because you are ready and I am ready to turn things over to you,” Kennard said.

“We are so very proud of both of you,” Magda said.

“I want to show you some things about this office that no one else knows or remembers,” Kennard said as he walked over to the wooden dragon head that was mounted to the wall behind the desk.

Unlike the other decorations in the castle, this dragon was fierce with an open mouth and sharp teeth exposed.

“Come around here and put your arm down the dragon’s throat,” Kennard said and Eamon obeyed. “There are two levers. Each one opens a door hidden behind a bookcase.”

Soon the bookcase to the west opened exposing a second bookcase.

“This is where I have stored my personal journals. Many of these belong to your grandfather,” Kennard said as he opened it wider.

He shut the bookcase and Eamon pulled the second lever which opened the bookcase to the east.

“This one conceals an entire room,” he said as he opened it wider. “Your grandfather made all of this jewelry. Many might see this as wealth but to me its true value is in the memories it brings. There is a pin I want to give to you.”

He found the small round pin. It was a circle with a dragon in the middle of it. He handed it to Eamon.

“What’s this say on the back?” Eamon asked. “It looks like three words, but I can’t read it.”

“I’m not certain,” Kennard admitted. “I was told that it is a reminder of our duty as Lord Dracona to serve the people with honor. He said he had forgotten the language long ago. There is more.”

He picked up the rough stone box and piece of paper that sat on the end of one shelf.

“What is this?” Eamon asked as he set it on the table in the center of the room. “It’s just a square rock.”

“No, it’s a box. I don’t know what is in it, just that it must be guarded until it is needed to keep Dracona safe. Written on the paper is the key which must be memorized and passed to your son.”

He then carefully lifted the long wooden box from the shelf.

“These words don’t make any sense,” Eamon commented.

“It’s written in the language my father spoke before founding Dracona. He never would teach me more than a couple of words. Now this box is also to be kept safe until the day it is needed. All Father would tell me is that I should never touch anything inside the box because it will choose the man capable of wielding it.”

Eamon looked puzzled but gasped as Kennard opened the box to reveal the exquisite sword nestled in the fabric lining.

“Never attempt to touch it. It was forged in dragon fire the night before Malvin committed himself to the volcano.”

“How will we know who will be its bearer?” Miranda asked. “Certainly no one can claim it hidden in here.”

“I feel that the time approaches that it will be needed,” Kennard said. “What you do is up to you. I’ll help you with the proper pronunciation of the key for the box, but not anywhere near the box.”


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