Saturday, May 19, 2018

A Gathering of Dragon - Chapter Nineteen

As promised, "A Gathering of Dragons" continues...
The Battle Begins!

Farloft growled, and then roared his displeasure, as he approached Kerth and saw that the battle had already begun. Earlier, when he arrived where all the dragons and gryphons were to rendezvous, Mokum and Arrud were missing. He waited as long as he thought he safely could, but as he had in the past, he could hear Theresa’s soul calling him. She was determined, but frightened. Her anxiety seemed more than just the thought of the approaching battle. He was right. The battle was upon them.

Farloft made a quick visual assessment of the area between the gorge, that ran through the Westridge, to the castle on the opposite mountaintop. There were thousands of men pouring through the canyon like ants out of a disturbed nest. Wisely, Clearair was keeping herself and James out of range of the catapults and concentrating on the enemy horde. She and his son were doing their best to stop them before they could make it onto the field of battle.

The village of Brownbriar had been overrun and was burning in many places. So far, the enemy had not crossed the river. Catapults stood on the far side and slung boulders at the castle walls. They were taking a terrible beating. The walls were going to fall if something was not done soon.

He noted that Lemira had stayed and was doing her best to sink the ships of the mercenary pirates King Minuss sent against them. He could see two harpoons stuck in the dragoness’ back, but she was still fighting. These pirates were the enemy of her clan too. They were among those who preyed on the sea dragons.

There was no sign of the sons of Thrax.

“Rymit!” Farloft shouted over the noise of the battle. “Take out the catapults.”

Rymit dove to the ground and burrowed into it as if he were diving into water. Farloft could see the mound he created as he tunneled toward the catapults. Men and horses lost their footing and toppled as the ground below their feet rose and fell, with the dragon’s movement.

“Fafner… Royster…” the big green dragon called. “Once the catapults are down, BURN THEM!”

The Furry dragons flew to take their post high enough above the contraptions they would not be hit, and they waited for the towers to topple.

Farloft turned to Snow and his gryphon kin. “Help Clearair and James seal that gorge. I can dig it out later if it is the will of the Queen. We need to stop that horde from entering the kingdom. Work your magic, Snow.”

“Your wish is my command, Big Green,” Snow chirped, and the gryphon flock followed him toward the canyon.

Farloft wanted to get to the castle and find out if all the people from the surrounding countryside and the village were safely inside. Then he and his companions would be free to deal with the rabble as they saw fit.

It kept running through his mind that King Minuss would not have started the battle without the sons of Thrax. Graa and Kang had to be here somewhere. The king was holding them in reserve, or for some other plan of attack that Farloft could not see on the battlefield.

“Soary… Sanna…” Farloft addressed the little dragons sitting on either of his shoulders, “seek out King Minuss and see if you can find out what he is up to. I do not see Graa or Kang here and it troubles me. The king will be far behind enemy lines, well away from the battle. He is miserly and an inherent coward.”

“We will find him,” Soary said, as they fell from his shoulders like drifting leaves and floated out across the battlefield toward the forest beyond.

Mokum and Arrud sailed down out of the patchy clouds above.

“You started without us,” Mokum teased. “How rude.”

“We showed up and no one was there,” Arrud added.

“We waited as long as I thought we could. My link with the Healer is strong and I knew something was very wrong here,” Farloft explained.

“Obviously,” Mokum said, as they continued to hover far above the reach of any arrow or even a shaft from the catapults.

“Before you two join in the fight, I want to check and make sure all our people are safe in the castle,” Farloft explained. “Nothing can reach you if you rest for a moment on the peaks above the castle. I will join you there as soon as I can.”

Mokum looked a bit disappointed. “Wait?”

“Wait,” Farloft repeated.

The two dragons headed toward the peaks, as Farloft dropped to the courtyard within the castle walls.

Farloft overseeing the Battle by Elizabeth Babicz

Saturday, April 28, 2018

A Gathering of Dragons - Chapter Eighteen

There will be a slight pause of Two Weeks after this post.
We will return to our story on Saturday, May 19th.
Please join me then for the final chapters of
"A Gathering of Dragons"

Until then, you can find more exciting Farloft Adventures in
"The Farloft Chronicles"

The first of his series, "James & the Dragon" is FREE!
Pick it up, and find out the secret to James and Farloft's first encounters.
They weren't always 'family.'

If you enjoy that adventure check out the rest of

The Zonguldak Ruby's magic is affecting everyone in the Kingdom of Kerth.

"Dragon Deception"
Farloft and James are being pursued by Dragon Hunters.

Farloft and his family are threatened by a powerful dragon from the East.

"Three & a Half Dragons"
Farloft has found an enchanted mate. What will their youngling be like?

"Dragon Memories, Dreams & Reflections"
Farloft tells a jealous Clearair why his bond with the Healer is so strong.

Now on with the next chapter in
"A Gathering of Dragons"

The humans were not idle during their confinement. Queen Larkin had the forge in the village and the one at the castle producing armor as quickly as possible. It didn’t have to be perfect, it just had to fit together well enough to hang from a stand. The walls of the Great Hall were now lined with the armor men. The plan was to put them in motion against the enemy if the walls of the castle were breached. The ‘fake’ soldiers could be dispatched to the courtyard to keep the Baldar at bay while the people of the kingdom escaped through the tunnels.

Theresa and Sarah spent hours memorizing the incantations and casting them over, and over again to make sure they had firm control of the armor soldiers. The only thing they had to be sure of was that all the residents of the kingdom were safely in the tunnels before the fake army was unleashed.


James raised his head at the faint sound of the DragonCall. His neck spikes flared.

Saturday, April 21, 2018

A Gathering of Dragons - Chapter Seventeen

Farloft and his clan had always been friends with gryphons, but there were dragon clans that avoided or even chased gryphons from their territories. He chose to sit at a safe distance and wait while Snow scouted out the rookery and made first contact. He chose a peak overlooking the nesting area and sat where everyone could see him and know he did not pose any threat. He also could be summonsed from this peak, or fly in and defend Snow if the gryphons chose to take offense for finding him fraternizing with dragons.

The rookery was huge. There must have been over one hundred pairs in the flock, in addition to younglings and hatchlings. It had been a den of churrs, chirps, and squawks before the guards, posted at the perimeter, announced their arrival. All was deathly quiet now.

Farloft could see Snow, where he stood at the bottom of the cliff peppered with nests. He was followed in by two of the guards – large coal black gryphons with bright orange beaks and claws. Several more guards were dispatched. They were posted around the rookery to keep an eye on Farloft, and to look out for any other uninvited guests.

Saturday, April 14, 2018

A Gathering of Dragons - Chapter Sixteen

The ocean crossing was easier this time. Farloft and Snow made their way through the dappled sunshine filtering through the trees of the Shadow Forest. They were seeking Soary and Sanna, the tiny forest dragons. It didn’t take long before the two sisters found them. They, unlike the others, did not take any convincing. They were eager to join.

“We have never been so far from home. It will be wonderful to see more of the world. Like a Dragon’s Youngling Trek,” Soary said, her delicate butterfly wings, of iridescent blue spots on coal black, pumping with excitement.

“It will be a hard flight that far, but I am sure we can do it,” Sanna added. Though they were sisters, her wings were a pattern of yellow brightening to orange on the tips.

Soary’s wings continued to pump with excitement. “We will start right away.”

Saturday, April 7, 2018

A Gathering of Dragons - Chapter Fifteen

James was helping fortify the bridge across the Great Divide from the farmland to the village in Kerth when he noticed the sea dragon’s approach. He jumped to the obvious conclusion Farloft had sent it. He could not tell from the submerged shape whether it was a male or female dragon, and when he landed on the shore to try to speak with it, its only reply was to study him with huge opalescent eyes, which made him exceedingly uncomfortable. He decided to go get Clearair. Perhaps she knew how to communicate with the stranger. 

“Clearair!” James called, the minute his feet hit the landing outside the lair. “Clearair!”

Saturday, March 31, 2018

A Gathering of Dragons - Chapter Fourteen

Snow sat in the shade staring out over the lagoon as the dragon lay snoring at his side. He saw the ripples traveling across the water when Lemira entered around the spit of sand that divided the bay from the open sea. He rose up and watched her as she glided into the lagoon. It was as if she were flying underwater. Her wings thrust down and back, and with each thrust, her head crested the water, followed by her back. She was a beautiful shade of blue-green with spots of lime green, which glowed in the dusk of evening, on her wings and fanned-fish tail. When her head rose out of the water, she gazed at the shore with huge opalescent eyes.

“She’s here,” Snow announced with a tap of his soft paw on Farloft’s head.

The dragon snorted and came to his feet. “Oh, yes…” He stretched out his front legs and rocked back on his hind ones to get the kinks out. “Come on. I’ll introduce you.”

Saturday, March 24, 2018

A Gathering of Dragons - Chapter Thirteen

Snow swooped in and grabbed a lightning bolt in his talons before it had a chance to strike Farloft. He tossed it aside and went back to gathering up the clouds overhead and folding them together to push them away like blankets into a closet.

It had been fun when the storm first overtook them as they were crossing the Ateaa Sea. It was warm then, but it had stopped being a game about an hour ago when the rain turned to sleet in the higher elevations of the storm, and the sea became so rough the pair could not lower themselves out of the colder air mass. Both Snow and Farloft were becoming weighted down by the accumulation of ice on their wings, and the only place to fall was into the water below.

Snow flew up beside his friend. “How much further to the island?”

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