devil 03 - tween hearts fire and devils delight (28 page)

The long, high door slid upward creakily. But it was too slow. We were still going to hit it.

Suddenly the dragon’s long, sinuous form twitched and condensed like a spring coiling before release and I felt impact just behind me. The dragon’s pain filled my head. I smelled burning flesh and looked behind me to the charred spot on the front edge of the creature’s powerful wing.

I suddenly realized what had happened and turned, seeing Prince Nille standing amongst the wreckage of the room, watching us go. I realized that the dragon had thrown up a wing to protect me from Nille’s power jolt.

Confusion swamped me. Everything I’d ever known about black dragons was wrenched away just like that. Gone. I was left to fill the gaps in my knowledge with new information.

I hoped we lived long enough to get that accomplished.

Suddenly the stale, smoke-filled air of the vehicle port gave way to the relatively fresh, clear air of the outside. I looked down and saw nothing below except the thick layer of mist.

Now we fly, dragon fighter. Hold tight.

I cried out as the dragon’s powerful body bunched and sprang, shooting higher, like an arrow toward where I assumed the clouds would be, though I couldn’t see them. The mist around us clung to my skin like a cold, wet blanket and deadened any exterior sounds.

As if from a distance, I heard the dull, rhythmic thwuck of the dragon’s wings in the thick air but there was nothing else.

I was cocooned in mist and…nothingness.

My heart pounded and my eyes swiveled in panic. It was like being in the shadows.

I
hate
the shadows.

My palms flooded with sweat. I clutched the thick, sharp spike in my hands more tightly. Pain, bright and bitter jolted through me. I looked down to find my hands covered in blood. The spike had long ago sliced the skin there, only the adrenaline of being on the dragon’s back and then finding myself flying away had dulled the pain so that I wasn’t aware of it.

I closed my eyes and tried to breathe slowly. How the hell did I get myself into these situations? I always seemed to go from bad to worse in any given situation.

What was up with that?

Feeling extremely sorry for myself, I opened my eyes again and looked around. There was nothing. Nothing but mist as far as my straining eyes could see. I began to imagine that it was seeping into me. Clogging my organs. Until it became hard to breathe, hard to feel my heartbeat in my chest.

My stomach clenched in panic and I started to gasp for air.

Breathe slowly, dragon fighter.

I shook my head, I couldn’t. I felt my body being taken away from me, one organ and one thought at a time. The mist was pulling it from me.

It only calls to your dark side. Let your light take control.

Easier said than done.
Have you met me?

The dragon’s crystalline chuckle filled my mind.
It is true you are much more comfortable with your dark side but the mist calls to it. If you do not send it back and embrace the light you are doomed.

Great! Just frunkin’ great. Why is everybody always giving me these impossible tasks to perform. Save the world, embrace your light side, kill the damn dragon!

You didn’t perform the last task very well.

I frowned at her in my mind.
You haven’t been cooperating.

She chuckled again.
Black dragons aren’t known for our cooperative spirits.

No kidding.

We flew in companionable silence for a bit and I gradually became aware that I was no longer panicking. The dragon had apparently distracted me enough that I was able to push my dark side back. At least for the moment.

With the panic gone curiosity—my constant companion—asserted itself.
So what’s up? Where are you taking me?

You will see.

Damn! Growing up, I had always hated it when my parents said that to me. It wasn’t any better coming from a thirty foot long flying reptile.

I am not a reptile.

Yes you are.

Am not.

Are.

Not.

Are,
I whispered in my mind and felt the dragon sigh in response.

Stubborn creature.

Reptile.

That intelligence soaked conversation brought on several moments of silence. Then I tried again.
Why won’t you tell me where we’re going?

Because.

Because why?

Because I said so.
She smiled a bit smugly in my mind.

Shit! I’d hated that one even worse.

A few more moments of silence spurred my next question.
Why aren’t you trying to eat me? Black dragons aren’t exactly known for their kindness and sensitivity.

I heard the dragon sigh in my mind.
That is because we have been twisted over time through the juxtaposition of the magic layer. When the non-magic layer took prominence over the magic layer all those centuries ago, our minds suffered under the change. Just as humans cannot live under the veil as it currently exists, we have not learned to thrive when the veil is pushed back.

But what about the red? They seem just fine without the veil?

They are of lesser intelligence of course.

I grinned.
Of course.

She turned one bright, vibrant eye toward me.
The red has always been a more amenable creature, willing to ebb and flow with the winds of change. The black is mired in thoughts of what should be and, as such, we suffer when reality does not meet our expectations. It has warped many of my kind beyond recognition.

I heard the pain in her voice and realized she mourned for the fate of her race. I knew the feeling.
So where are you taking me?

The sleek head bobbed as she chuckled.
Nice try, dragon fighter.

I frowned.
Damned flying reptile
.

I heard that.

I sat in stiff silence for a while, trying to think of a way out of my current predicament. Since I was somewhere very high above the Earth and below the Heavens, I didn’t have a lot of options. Until I visually fixed on a spot to aim for I couldn’t even think about space shifting. I shivered at the thought. My space shifting abilities were definitely not up to the current challenge.

My gaze slid skyward.
Flick’s cloud was up there somewhere…

Do not even consider it. You have no idea which cloud it is.

I frowned and slumped in angry silence, trying to make my mind as blank as possible.

At some point I must have fallen asleep. I surged awake as the rhythm of the black’s wings changed and the angle of flight edged downward. I sat up and yawned, my eyes scouring the quickly approaching landscape for something I might recognize. It just looked like a bunch of black, jagged ridges to me.
Where are we?

The dragon’s bright eye fixed on me.
We are at my home.

Is this where you eat me?

She laughed and sharpened her angle of descent quickly, diving for the razor edge of the tallest peak.
This is where I introduce you to someone important.

Oh-oh.
I thought, gasping at the sudden change in slope and speed.

No,
the black said to me in my mind,
you have nothing to fear from this creature, except of course the mantle of responsibility.

I frowned. That scared me more than anything.

The jagged landscape below flew toward us at an impossible speed. I forced my eyes to stay open in case I needed a perspective of the area for my escape. Tears filled my eyes from the biting wind and my arms and legs ached from holding on so tightly.

As we drew nearer to the land below, the dragon pulled her body into a perfectly streamlined arrow, half covering me with her tucked wings and pierced the space between the sharp tufts of rock. Suddenly we were flying above a meadow filled with fragrant flowers and romping wildlife.

The sun was on my face again, though it had been nonexistent up until we entered the meadow. “A magical place,”
I murmured without realizing.

Yes,
the black responded.

She coasted low along the flatland for several miles and then changed the angle of her flight upward, heading for the face of the nearest mountain. Unlike the cliffs and peaks of our approach, this mountain was lush with greenery and sported several breathtaking waterfalls on its face. It was a beautiful and truly magical spot.

Wherever it was.

Olympus.

My eyes widened.
No shit?

No shit,
the dragon responded.

The gods let you live here?

They find our services useful.

For what?

The sleek, black shoulders twitched as if in a shrug.
That is a discussion for another time, dragon fighter.

The black headed for the largest waterfall at an uncomfortably fast rate of speed. I realized with a start that she was planning on flying right into it. I gulped and just had time to say,
umm,
before the black tucked her powerful wings against her side and streamlined herself again.

Prepare yourself, dragon fighter. You might want to flatten against my back so you are not washed off as we pass through.

Ummm. I’m not okay with th…

The roar of the falling water made my head throb and pulled my breath away. My heart pounded as the first powerful streams hit the dragon’s head and flowed over her extended neck, rapidly heading toward me.

I threw myself to the sleek, hard back of the dragon just as the water reached me. Pain shot through me as the thick ridge of spikes along her spine were driven painfully against my chest from the weight of the pounding water. For just a beat in time my entire awareness was enveloped by the awesome power of that falling water.

Thunderous sound encompassed me. My body felt as if a hundred dragons stomped upon it from the incredible force of the driving water. I squeezed my eyes and mouth shut but water still managed to force its way into them. I choked against the need to cough, knowing I would drown if I did.

Finally, as death and I shook hands and prepared to do business, we emerged on the other side of the fall and the dragon threw her massive wings out to halt our aggressive forward motion. The powerfully abrupt stop wrenched me off the water-slickened dragon and I flew forward, over her head.

Something very hard but supple caught me in midair and allowed me to slide slowly toward the hard floor of the cave. I lay there coughing and sputtering, trying to catch my breath and expel the water that the waterfall had driven into me at the same time.

When I was finally able to breathe again, I sat up and looked around. The black sat on thick haunches staring at me, her sleek back to the thunderous fall of water at the cave’s mouth. One of her wings was extended toward me and resting on the ground. Apparently that was what had caught me as I flew off her back.

As I looked at her she drew the wing back and tucked it neatly at her side. I noticed her belly was a soft, cream color and appeared to be covered with much smaller, thinner scales. I knew from my studies that this was where the black was most vulnerable.

As I had this less than harmless thought the black inclined her long, elegant head toward me and said,
I am Zerphor. Queen of the Black Dragons. And you have been chosen to save our race, dragon fighter.

My eyes widened.
Oh shit! Not another impossible task. “
Save the race? Dragon, I can barely save myself. You’ve got the wrong dra…er girl.”

The black’s beautiful eyes sparkled with what looked suspiciously like humor.
I’ll admit I had my doubts about you, dragon fighter. But it seems you are my only hope.

I sighed. “I’ve heard that before.” I narrowed my eyes at her.
“
Hope for what?”

Why, for the next generation of course. I wish my offspring to know the goodness of life beyond these safe spaces. I wish her to be trained in the ways of man so that she might thrive in that world as the veil is pushed back.

Okay, this presented several points of discussion. Taking a deep breath I opened my mouth to argue with her. But behind me, a high-pitched warbling sound caught my attention and I swung to face it, automatically falling into a defensive crouch.

A tiny creature stared at me through impossibly large, bright eyes and blinked in surprise as I swung toward it. The thing was a short, chubby, imitation of the black standing in the mouth of the cave, with a soft, scale-free black body and creamy belly. The wings looked impossibly small and ineffective and they quivered with nervousness as I stared at it.

The snout was proportionately short and wide and the head looked large enough to topple the tiny creature. The nostrils widened and pinched rhythmically as if it was scenting me.

For several long moments the little critter and I just stood there, sizing each other up and blinking. Then I realized I was still in a defensive crouch and straightened slowly. The little dragon seemed to relax as I gained my full height and it took a tentative step toward me.

This is Glynus. She is my offspring and next in line for Queen of the Black Dragon race. You will be her mentor into adulthood. You will help her thrive in the world of man.

I gulped and felt my knees buckling.
I can’t do that, dragon.

But you must. You have no choice. The gods have willed it so.

My gaze swung to her, my face filled with mutiny.
I don’t give a flying damn what your gods have willed. I am not led by your gods. I have my own God.

The dragon’s shoulders twitched again in a fine imitation of a shrug.
You might not give a damn, dragon fighter but you will do as they say. Or you will stay on Olympus until you die.