The Last Dragon: Book Two

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I  watched in awe as the last true-dragon in the Kingdom of Dire flew lazily above, high in the pale spring sky. One hadn’t been seen in Dire for generations, but even if they were a daily occurrence, their passing overhead would still draw the attention of everyone on the ground. As it swooped and dived, my breath caught.

“Magnificent, isn’t it?” My sister crossed her arms over her chest and said in an accusatory manner as if daring me to disagree with her. Then, in a softer tone, Kendra attempted to console me, “You haven’t really lost any of your magic powers, you know. You just need a new source of dragon essence to draw from.”

Reluctantly and silently, I agreed. However, she didn’t fool me with her kind words, and wouldn’t distract me or quell my frustrations. My anger at remaining in Mercia instead of on the road home to Crestfallen wouldn’t ease. The limited use of what few magic talents I possessed had always been with me, although they were small in nature, which is the name we gave my abilities while we were orphaned children: small-magic. Unlike the gaudy magic of mages and sorceresses, I couldn’t light up the sky with bolts of lightning or create intense rainstorms to end droughts—however neither could they. Not anymore.

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