Legend of the White Dragon: Prophecy
By M. A. Nilles
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Before his death, the white dragon made a prophecy–that he would return to unite all beings of magic in a time when he was most needed.
That time has come.
Lives will be changed and the future set for a showdown thousands of years overdue. Istaria Isolder, chosen to bear the white dragon's power, is haunted by the dragon spirit that protects it and sought by those who desire it for their own selfish purposes. Calli, in her determination to save Istaria, will set out on a journey that will lead to more than she expects. Jayson, one of the elite guards of a hidden vault of the sleeping Red Clan, will have a choice to make between duty and love. Lusiradrol, the black dragon cursed to human form by the white dragon, will do everything in her power to destroy those involved with her nemesis while seeking her Red Clan.
When legends arise, no one is safe.
M. A. Nilles
M. A. Nilles is the darker side of Melanie Nilles. Her published works under the name Melanie Nilles are young adult and adult romantic science fiction and fantasy, including the Starfire Angels series, the Adronis series, The Luriel Cycle trilogy, and other romantic-leaning works. As M. A. Nilles, she writes dark fantasy and science fiction, including Tiger Born, Spirit Blade, and the Legend of the White Dragon epic. More can be found at www.melanienilles.com.
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Legend of the White Dragon - M. A. Nilles
LEGEND OF THE WHITE DRAGON: PROPHECY
Before his death, the white dragon made a prophecy–that he would return to unite all beings of magic in a time when he was most needed.
That time has come.
Lives will be changed and the future set for a showdown thousands of years overdue. Istaria Isolder, chosen to bear the white dragon's power, is haunted by the dragon spirit that protects it and sought by those who desire it for their own selfish purposes. Calli, in her determination to save Istaria, will set out on a journey that will lead to more than she expects. Jayson, one of the elite guards of a hidden vault of the sleeping Red Clan, will have a choice to make between duty and love. Lusiradrol, the black dragon cursed to human form by the white dragon, will do everything in her power to destroy those involved with her nemesis while seeking her Red Clan.
When legends arise, no one is safe.
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LEGEND OF THE WHITE DRAGON:
PROPHECY
By M. A. Nilles
This is a work of fantasy fiction. Any resemblance of characters, names, places, or incidents to reality is pure coincidence.
Legend of the White Dragon: Prophecy
Ebook Copyright © 2013 by Melanie Nilles
Original Copyright © 2008 as Dragon Prophecy by Melanie Nilles, published by Mundania Press, LLC.
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Copyright © 2013 by Paul Davies.
Published by Prairie Star Publishing; Bismarck, North Dakota.
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For information on this book/series or any other works by the author, contact Melanie Nilles at [email protected] or online at www.melanienilles.com.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
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Prologue:
P:Lusiradrol
PART I: Into the Fire
1:Calli
2:Tyrkam
3:Istaria
4:Calli
5:Istaria
6:Gaispar
7:Vahrik
8:Istaria
9:Calli
10:Tahronen
11:Istaria
12:Calli
13:Darius
14:Istaria
15:Calli
16:Phelan
17:Istaria and Darius
18:Calli
19:Istaria
20:Calli
21:Istaria
22:Lusiradrol
23:Phelan
24:Istaria
25:Calli and Lusiradrol
26:Damaera
27:Tyrkam
28:Damaera
29:Tyrkam
30:Calli
31:Tyrkam
PART II: Red Clan Rising
32:Gayleana
33:Calli
34:Istaria
35:Calli
36:Phelan
37:Tyrkam and Damaera
38:Calli
39:Gayleana
40:Jayson
41:Calli
42:Jayson
43:Makleor and Damaera
44:Jayson
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PROLOGUE: Lusiradrol
In the dark and quiet chamber, the steady drip of moisture echoed. The cool of night rose from the cut stones to fill the void of the high-walled ruins.
Lusiradrol stood in the center of a circle of candles, her hair blacker than ebony and her mantle a close match. Her thoughts had created the darkness surrounding her, twisted by thousands of years trapped within a human body.
In equal spacing in a circle on the floor, nine candles flickered. Their light barely penetrated the gloom.
Within the candle circle, Lusiradrol had placed nine dragon scales, the only ones she could gather in her quest. The scales represented a tiny speck amongst the vastness of her Red Clan that had disappeared. Dragon scales were almost eternal, but long ago, men had gathered all they could find and ground them up as ingredients in the metal of their weapons. The shadow of magic within them imbued the objects with far greater durability and strength than they would otherwise possess.
In the void of her dragon heart, Lusiradrol resented the humans for all they had done. The Red Clan should have wiped the world clean when they had the chance.
If only the others had not stopped them.
She lusted for revenge.
Tonight, she would have it. The alignment of stars in the heavens fell into place, after thousands of years of waiting for this moment.
A faint smile gleamed upon black-red lips. Soon, we will be reunited. And you, my brothers and sisters, shall have your revenge. The wizard will pay for his insolence.
She began the spell to resurrect the proud and terrifying red dragons. Focusing her mind on the always twisting, almost tangible threads of magic, she sat within her candle formation and focused her intents. Using the scales, she could focus on those individuals who had shed them.
Come to me,
she whispered. Her voice sliced through the silence, sending the air quaking as if she spoke in a tongue of thunder. Rise from your graves. Come forth and live again!
A sudden gust of wind whipped the candle flames. Two blew out while the others beat angrily at the air.
Lusiradrol smiled in satisfaction. The magic swirled about her in a torrent, chasing the target of her desires. She reached out for the spirits of her dead clan—
Emptiness.
Her smile dropped into a frown. What is this?
Again, she called for the spirits. If they were dead, they should have arrived, ready for the next turn of magic—giving them solid bodies, the other reason for using their scales.
Come to me!
When the wind of touching the spirit realm died down, she rose from her place. Why do you not come when summoned?
Only one answer satisfied her question—they were not dead as she had thought.
Where are you? What trickery has he cast?
In the battle between her clan and the other dragons, she had recognized at the last moment the true power held by the old man, one of the last of the Great Magi, a son of Tahronen. In his hand he had carried a staff topped by dragon’s tooth, which held a special crystal. The confidence of his manner and the intensity of magic that emanated from him had warned her. She had fled before he completed his spell.
What less than deception can hide you from me?
Anger simmered inside her. Had the wizard not destroyed her clan as she thought? Had she waited an eternity for this night when she might have revived her clan sooner?
How dare he do this to me!
Lusiradrol looked up. In the old ruins, the ceiling had rotted away and many of the stones had toppled, but she had made a few repairs. She had made it her home, a place of solitude that satisfied her cold heart and the needs of her human form.
Damn them all!
Her words crackled in the confines of the ruins. First the white dragon had cursed her to human form, but she had found short-lived satisfaction in seeing him die under the influence of the mage she had ensorcelled. Then the mage broke the spell and led the other dragon clans in a final showdown that banished hers, she thought to their deaths.
She thought wrong.
One question remained: Where were the red dragons?
She would find them, starting with the wizard who had stolen her clan and hidden the secret of the white dragon.
When she found her clan, she would have her revenge, on the white dragon and the magi. None of her enemies would realize the prophecy of the white dragon’s return.
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Calli
Royal carriage or not, it traveled as roughly on the road as any other carriage she'd been in.
Calli put a hand to her middle as if she could hold the contents inside until they stopped to rest the horses.
Through the windows with the velvet curtains tied aside came the stench of men and sweaty horses in the soft summer breeze. The jangle of metal and squeaking of leather accompanied the steady tromping of hooves on hard ground. A large company of soldiers circled their carriage and the supply wagon behind them.
How the princess could sleep on the seat across from her amid the bouncing and noise, Calli couldn't fathom, if her eyes were closed beneath the white veil hiding her face. Had she been the one off to marry the duke's son, Calli would be doing anything but resting.
The books on the seat next to Istaria made her cringe. That would be worse—a history of Cavatar and another detailing the royal families and their lineage. She'd probably be sleeping too if she had to study such boring subjects.
How Istaria would impress them with her knowledge was beyond Calli, since the princess didn't speak nor show her face, which was why she was already sixteen before the duke confirmed his acceptance for his son's betrothal. And that white hair was misgiving, belonging on some old hag rather than a young girl. They might think she was the servant and Calli the princess.
She shuddered, the words already planned to prevent that. Although a year older than the princess, she was even less ready to marry.
Weary of the journey and dreading the remainder, Calli gave the books a second consideration before sitting back and staring out the window.
Trees and more trees filled her view. She would have preferred a city. In that would she find something worth watching—children playing, women cleaning or chasing the children, entertainers, and others. Even a section of open land would be preferable, but until they neared the next town, they were alone among the wall of wood. She sat back with a resigned sigh and tried closing her eyes.
The carriage bounced along the road to the rhythm of the horses' plodding hooves on the hard-packed ground.
Sleep taunted her mind, but in that realm between, something set her hair on end and snapped her awake. She couldn't explain the feeling of impending danger clutching her heart. Something was simply wrong.
Outside the window, she saw only the cavalry soldiers in their armor with the rearing white horse and five stars around it, the symbol of Cavatar's strength in the unity of its five provinces, but even they appeared disturbed as they reined in their horses and blocked the view of trees surrounding them.
The carriage slowed to a creaking stop amid the clanking of bits and armor and the squeaking of leather.
The princess lifted her head and looked out both sides of their carriage.
Calli jumped aside and quickly untied the curtains to close them from view.
Stay quiet,
she whispered. She sat back, afraid to breathe. Her father's combat training returned. Three years since his death and the end of her secret training, however, had stolen much of her skills. Instead, she'd served the princess as a friend and attendant as much as she could to avoid the kitchen and the inevitable work assignments of her mother.
A commotion rose among the soldiers and horses.
Calli jumped across to Istaria, swept the books to the floor with her hand and threw her arms around the princess to shield her.
Stay down, milady,
she said in a hushed voice, her lips brushing the veil.
Istaria made no struggle, but she wouldn't. She and Calli had been friends too long for her to object.
A second later, an arrow ripped through one of the curtains, startling Calli, and planted itself in the side of the carriage not two feet before them. A rain of arrows thumped into the carriage.
Men shouted. Metal sang in the din as swords clashed. Hooves pounded the ground. The carriage rocked.
Calli held more tightly to her friend. I will protect you.
Hands clutched her arms in return. Within those arms, the body trembled. Calli only hoped that the princess couldn't feel her own fear quaking through her. Never had she faced such danger before. The soldiers in Setheadroc, even Istaria's brother Phelan, had spoken of the threat of Tyrkam's bands in their territory, but she had never expected to encounter them, least of all this far from the western border. In the palace, they had been safe and secure, with the war by Tyrkam only a story by men trying to impress them with their prowess in battle.
Now she wished for the boring carriage ride.
The sudden opening of the carriage door stopped her heart. She quit breathing while the hairy face of a man leered at them.
A couple seconds later, the bloody tip of a sword shot up from his chest. Calli startled, her heart pounding in her chest.
The man crumpled to the ground, a soldier bearing the seal of Cavatar on his chest taking his place. He gave a nod and slammed the door shut.
Calli tightened her arms around Istaria and pressed her eyes closed. Creators, watch over us.
While the fighting carried on outside with occasional thumps that shook the carriage, Calli held onto the princess, as much to protect her friend as to reassure herself.
Get the girl!
a gruff voice said.
Calli held her breath and watched the door. She would protect Istaria and herself. It was her duty. She would make her father proud from beyond the grave.
When the door opened again to a bulky man with greasy hair hanging around his face, she inhaled sharply. The royal soldiers kept themselves tidy.
His head tipped down as a smile spread across his beard. I've gotcha.
He reached in towards them with a tree trunk of an arm splattered with blood and grime.
Come 'ere, you.
Calli pulled her legs back, pressing Istaria into the wall away from the threat. In the tight space, she couldn't do much else.
A vise of a hand clamped around her leg and yanked.
Calli kicked at the arm pulling her away. Istaria pulled the other way, but the man was stronger.
Get off! Get off! Let me go!
Calli shrieked.
The man only grunted and pulled himself inside to get both arms on her.
No! Get off me!
Calli twisted and, with both soft boots, made solid contact in his gut. The man stumbled out the door.
Breathing hard, she scrambled back inside with Istaria. Are you all right?
she asked.
The princess nodded and clutched her.
Until a bulk of shadow dove in on them.
Leave us! Get off!
Calli struggled against the brute force of arms pulling her away.
In a blink, she felt herself shoved hard.
Come 'ere, girl,
a distant voice said before all went dark
* * *
A distant scream alerted her to the crackle of a fire. It rose up and surrounded her, choking her in the scent of wood burning and crackling with threat. Voices surrounded her, mocking her.
No. Milady. Istaria lit up like a torch. No!
No!
The sound of her voice startled her awake. Calli caught her breath and swallowed. She reached a hand from under the warm blanket to wipe her eyes clear of the crust from her sleep.
In the silence, the hush of wind through treetops sang with the crackle of a fire. Light flickered through the darkness of the trees.
The carriage!
She bolted upright.
And immediately regretted it. The world spun around her and she groaned and lay back down on cool earth.
Easy, lass.
At the sound of the man's voice, she turned her head towards the fire. Five faces watched her from around it, the flickering of flames casting eerie shadows upon them and highlighting the odd fabric wraps on a couple bearing dark splotches.
Where is she?
Calli licked her dry lips and searched the spaces between men for what she expected to be gone but hoped with all her heart to find. Where is Lady Istaria?
The man nearest to her fixed her in his stare, but the bob of his throat with a swallow gave him away with the weariness in his eyes. We are all that remain, lass.
He might have kicked her in the middle. Out of over thirty soldiers, two drivers, and a handful of attendants, herself, and Istaria, only the six of them remained?
How?
Milady?
Calli pushed herself up on her elbow and caught each set of eyes watching her—some dropped their gazes. How did this happen? Were they soldiers of Hadeon?
By all indications, they were,
one of the young soldiers said. One of the men with a wrapped injury, he used his good hand to brush something from his face. His lips twitched into a hard line.
And…
Calli cleared her throat and forced her voice to cooperate. And what of the princess?
All but one man avoided her eyes. The one who met her gaze she recognized as one of the hardened guards, a younger man with the eyes of someone much older, a man who had never interfered with the games of her and the princess but who had always looked out for their safety, particularly after the death of her father. Although young, Raden had proven capable and trusted by her father to look after the royal family while Kaillen accompanied Phelan on that fateful journey, his last service to the Isolder family. Captain Raden had appointed himself and those he most trusted to protect her and Istaria on this journey.
A moment of anger at him for failing to protect the princess passed in the next second. If anyone was to blame, she was. She should have been able to keep them from taking Istaria.
I know not her fate.
She pulled her knees to her chest and held them close as if she were holding the princess again. Horrible images rattled her of what their attackers might be doing. And she had failed to stop them.
They took 'er and left,
the younger soldier said.
Calli shuddered.
The swish of liquid sounded close. She looked to a metal cup offered by the nearest man.
Drink, m'lady,
he said in a gentle voice.
Calli took the cup and sniffed the sweet but bitter whiff of something other than water or wine.
It'll dull the pain.
Hesitantly, she put the cup to her lips and sipped. The bitterness choked her but the burning down her throat left her gasping.
No one laughed.
Rather, the same melancholy hung over the small group.
That's awful,
she wheezed and set the cup aside.
The man who had offered it bent down to take it back.
Not as this mess,
another said. We've to return.
Only the crackling of the fire answered.
Come the morning, we ride.
Raden's eyes burned her with a question.
Calli straightened at the implication in his gaze. I will ride, Captain, as any man here.
A hint of a smile twitched up the corner of his lips. He lifted his mug to his lips, but amusement sparked like the fire reflected in his eyes.
None would doubt her as the daughter of Kaillen. They had respected her father and they would see that she was no ordinary lady but was his child, man or woman.
But she had failed the princess, her friend and mistress. As Kaillen's daughter, she should not have let that happen.
I will find you, my lady, if it is all that comes of this life.
The men settled into a resigned quiet with barely a murmur among them, leaving her to her thoughts but for an offer of water, which she gladly accepted with the food they prepared. Much of the supplies had been spared, leaving them plenty; but she would gladly give up the food to have her friend safe with them.
Sleep was difficult in the open air that night, but a constant watchman kept the fire burning to chase away the cold that settled with the darkness. However, fear of another attack—despite the strong feeling that the invaders had taken what they came for—imprisoned her mind in alertness. Only before the dawn did it ease into dreams.
A nudge on her shoulder woke her too soon. M'lady.
Calli opened her eyes to one of the older men. The pawing of horses and the rustle of cloth as men roused from slumber greeted her ears.
Captain Raden directed them to a hasty readiness. When one of the men brought a horse to her and offered a leg up, Calli snuffed and pulled up her dress over one knee and lifted her foot into a stirrup. She reached up for the high pommel and cantle and, in one bounce, pulled herself up and swung her leg over the bay.
The soldier handed her the reins and turned to his commanding officer. Calli caught a smirk on Raden's face before he bellowed, Move out!
Ladies weren't supposed to ride, but that was one of the earliest skills Kaillen had taught his daughter before moving them to the palace to take his appointment as the man in charge of training the royal guards. And she had been assigned duties as personal attendant of the Lady Istaria. They had been only children.
Her fingers tightened around the leather reins. The noose of guilt around her heart choked her.
As the men rode off, she forced the tears back and nudged the bay with her legs. The warhorse promptly took the bit. She reined him in, glad that she wasn't astride the wider grays that had pulled the carriage. Leaving it behind did nothing to free her of the burden weighing upon her, but it removed one reminder of her failure.
The men said nothing, but a few surprised faces met her eyes.
Kaillen's daughter, of course,
Raden said with a note of admiration in his voice.
No one questioned her capabilities on the three long days of riding to return to Setheadroc, but she was hard-pressed not to show her discomfort after the first day of riding. By the time they passed through the gates into the city on the third day, her legs ached. Knowing how to ride was one thing; riding for long arcs of the sun was another. She missed the carriage.
She missed Istaria.
Her clothes soiled and her red locks barely managed in a braid, she rode down the long avenue from the city gate to the palace gate surrounded by the soldiers with the captain next to her. From windows and doorways, people watched their lowly procession. She wanted to hide and turned to the captain for a hint of encouragement.
He stared forward, his head carried high and proud, not defeated as he must have felt and which the grime and tears on his uniform revealed. In that, she lifted her shoulders against the weight of her failure.
Whispers trailed their passing, but she focused on the high wall ahead surrounding the palace with its mighty gate open to a busy courtyard.
When she and her father and mother had first arrived at the palace on an autumn day eleven years ago, Calli had gazed in stunned silence. Cavatar’s richest home had been grand and from a dream. It sparkled in her eyes, radiating power and an almost ethereal peace that had awed her as a child. She had come from a hut in comparison located in a lowly village to the east.
At that time, her father had been alive. Despite his duties to the provinces, he had always made time for her and never once questioned teaching her to fight.
Word of his bravery and skill had reached the highest echelons. Alric Isolder sent a personal invitation for him to reside in the palace and take the position of training his guards better.
What a day that had been! Her mother had packed all their belongings onto the carriage sent for them. They barely left room for the two of them while her father rode his horse. It had been both a tragic and a joyous day. She missed her old home, but she also claimed a new one so magnificent it might have been laid by the hands of the Creators.
She was no Kaillen, despite his secret training. It wasn't enough, and now Tyrkam and his men defiled the only true friend she had.
Forgive me, my lady.
A sense of dread passed through her with each clop of hooves closer to that beacon of Cavatar's unity and strength. She would have to admit her failure to the king and queen.
In that instant, she wanted to be anywhere but there, but running wasn't an option. In the back of her mind, her father's voice admonished her to stand up and admit her mistakes to learn from them.
Rather, she rode with Raden into the bustling courtyard. Over the stone path, their horses perked up their ears and pulled towards the stables. Calli kept her mount going with Raden to the steps of the palace main doors, where several guards met them.
A few of the boys from the stables rushed up to take their reins.
The palace should have shone like the beacon of radiance it was. Instead, the cloud hanging over her heart seemed intent on shadowing it in the same gloom.
Arches rose high above the lower balconies to form verandas of polished stones of gray and red marbling. The same style arched from under the roof with decorative buttresses bearing woven designs cut into solid stone to appear as separate pieces. Grand and from a dream, the palace had been built by Rivon architects as a gesture of peace long ago with the provinces of the Aryrulean lands united to form Cavatar.
Where are the others?
a deep voice asked.
Calli focused on stepping from her mount, but her ears perked at the sound of Raden's voice: I must speak with the king immediately.
She stepped onto solid ground but, at the weakness of her legs from the hard riding, clutched the smooth leather of the saddle for several seconds. The clanking of metal from the horses and the soldiers moving about freely embarrassed her for her own weakness. Long ago, such steady riding would not have bothered her, as it caused them no problems. Too long had she been out of practice, but she refused to show it.
Calli,
a familiar voice whispered from near the horse's head.
The lanky young boy whose father oversaw the stables leaned close. Not a head taller, Jamison glanced aside and moved in towards her. You should not have returned,
he murmured.
No.
Calli dug her fingers into the leather holding the stirrups and choked down the tears.
What happened?
Leave me.
Were y' attacked?
I said, 'Leave me'!
The second the words snapped from her tongue, she regretted it. The background hum paused and faces turned to her.
A large, steady hand landed on her shoulder. For a second, she imagined herself in trouble, but a glance up revealed sympathy on Raden's face. He gave Jamison a look that made the boy wither and gently pressed her to step away with him up the stairs.
When she moved slowly on unsteady legs hidden beneath her dress, he stayed next to her as if that was the intended pace.
Thank you, Raden. Her father had been a good judge of character.
Too bad his daughter couldn't live up to those qualities.
She hung her head in shame and fatigue as they made their way to the main doors, which the sentries opened for them. The doors gave only a small scrape on well-oiled hinges. The scuff of their steps made more noise, which disappeared among the merriment of the grand hall.
Music and chatter filled the hall, drowning the sound of their steps as they passed among the courtiers, ladies in their fancy gowns, guards at each pillar supporting the balconies along the sides, and men discussing the war as if it were nothing peskier than a fly on their elaborately decorated tunics.
They made her sick. She wanted to slap them into reality. Tyrkam's soldiers had taken the princess. How dare they show any jubilance. Heresy!
She bit her tongue but caught the stiffening of Raden's jaw as his eyes darted about the room.
They found a target. His hand on her back, he pressed her through the crowds in a line like an arrow shot. She found herself with him at the foot of the staircase to the second-floor balcony high above the throne dais. There, they met one of the other captains.
Norson.
Beneath the shining helm, the man's eyes shifted aside, watching others around them, but no one came close. In a low voice, he said, What happened?
I must speak with the king.
Lips pressed tight together on Norson's face mostly hidden behind the helm. The metal decorating the back of his leather gauntlet clinked faintly with the squeezing of his fingers around his spear.
It is urgent.
At Raden's glance to her, the warmth of shame rose through Calli. How she wished to be anywhere but there! And not to confront the king.
Or Queen Damaera. There would be the challenge. She had always treated Calli as family, an equal rather than a servant. But Calli had been more like a sister to Istaria than a servant.
In that respect, admitting her failure would be like disappointing her own mother but far worse.
Calli swallowed, her heart pounding out each second. She owed the queen to be there, if not to tell her then to stand with those who did, and that would likely be Captain Raden.
Norson's eyes flicked to her in question.
Where is he?
Raden growled in a low voice.
Norson returned his attention to the captain. He motioned to someone else and turned up the stairs. Follow me.
A light squeeze on Calli's shoulder encouraged her to follow the helmed guard in his formal armor with the polished steel chestplate featuring a shield of brass with a silver rearing