Alison Goodman: Eon: Dragoneye Reborn

Hovering above the square was the Rat Dragon, as big as a hall. The only dragon visible.

Foreboding swept through me. If all the other dragons were gone, were their Dragoneyes dead?

A set of lethal opal claws raked at the air and a terrible screech sent pain stabbing through my head. The iridescent blue pearl beneath his muzzle was pulsing. His huge spirit eyes locked onto mine and I knew the endless power of death and destruction and Gan. Beneath him was the figure of Sethon, his sword aimed at the child dangling helplessly from the soldier's hands.

'No!' I screamed and opened myself to the dragon's fearsome power. It hit me with the force of a thousand fists — an uncontrollable torrent of blue energy that roared with ancient annihilation.

The drum stopped.

Kill him, I ordered and behind the puny words was the earth's own life force, spiralling into a rush of destruction. Dimly, I heard the child's wail cut short. I was too late. Above the pagoda, the dragon threw back its huge horned head and howled with confusion. The terrible keening was joined by a woman's anguished scream. But even that was Iost in the nuiltitude of shouts and shrieks from the crowd as a si reaming column of blue power burst down from the beast towards the centre of the pagoda and the shining figure of Sethon.

Stop!

The order thundered through my head.

Ido.

He was in my mind, the grip of his will closing around mine. For a moment, I saw myself through his eyes: still pressed against Ryko, shaking with the fight for power, only the islander's grim support keeping me upright. Around us, soldiers crouched in uncomprehending terror, watching the deadly shaft of energy. The dragon shrieked, his power splitting and fragmenting. I tasted Ido's sour fury as he struggled to bend me and the dragon to his will, both the beast and I battling the Dragoneye's ruthless command.

Not yet, his voice gasped in my mind.

I felt him channel the blue power away from Sethon, his effort sending shudders of second-hand pain through me. The blue bolt of diverted energy punched into the portico at the far end of the garden, sending marble spinning into the air and raining down on the soldiers underneath. Ido's hold on my mind slipped, the fight to contain his dragon's power ripping at his control. It was my chance to escape. I dug deeper into my Hua, burrowing into the yellow energy of my third point, frantically searching for the strange opalescence that had once saved me from the overwhelming blue. It was there, still tiny, but brighter and glowing gold. I snatched at it, gathering the power into the desperate hold of my mind, and flung it outwards, praying it would find its mark.

The release was abrupt; the energy world snapping away leaving only the turmoil of the harem garden around me and a bone-deep ache that clenched me like a vice. I sagged in Ryko's

arms, his warm solidity my only anchor in the waves of overpowering pain.

He looked down at me, tears running from his eyes. 'The Prince is dead.'

I already knew it, but his confirmation was like a fresh wound gashed into my heart. 'Lady Jila?' I gasped.

He shook his head. 'Dead too.'

'Ido is coming,' a voice rasped behind us. 'Move!'

Ryko swung around. It was Lady Dela, her eyes tracking movement in the scrambling crowd.

Below the pagoda, the captured Imperial guards had broken past their jailers, using their chains as weapons, creating turmoil and blocking Sethon's exit. I followed her gaze, my eyes catching on the ordered intent of a small group of men forging past the building. Four guards in a diamond formation around one tall, dark man dressed in the gold and blue robes of the Ascendant Dragoneye.

Lord Ido.

The world dipped and spun into a haze of fear. I grabbed onto Ryko's arm.

'Go!' Lady Dela said.

She had already pushed her way into the archway as Ryko hauled me towards it. Around us officers were marshalling their men back into ranks with roared orders and the butts of their swords. The arch was thick with panicked men, some surging out of the garden, others being driven back. A red-faced sergeant stepped in front of us, blocking our escape with outstretched arms.

'Get back!' he yelled over the curses and scuffling.

'Orders to get her out of here,' Ryko shouted back, tightening his grip on me. He jerked his head at the pagoda.

The man's eyes narrowed. 'Whose orders?' He raised his sword. 'What regiment are you from?'

I felt Ryko tense for confrontation, but the sergeant's thin-eyed disbelief suddenly bulged into shock as another soldier

crashed into him. I heard the sinking gurgle of his breath as Lady Dela, her skin pasty with effort, swung his body around and pushed his weight against the wall. She pressed into him again, the hilt of a bloodied knife in her hand.

'Go,' she ground out, propping the dying man up with her uninjured shoulder. 'I'm right behind you.'

'Make for the grate,' Ryko said, then grabbed my hand and pulled me through the archway, all pretence of captor gone.

I looked over my shoulder. Ido was well past the pagoda, his men clearing an efficient pathway through the disorganised ranks. Ryko's drag on my arm jerked me into a flat run that strained my hip. We barged past the overwhelmed sentries, joining a straggling exodus of soldiers from the garden. I focused on the dark mouth of the alley across the square. Our escape. My breath snagged in my throat, my chest squeezing into airless agony. I forced more strength into my legs and snatched another glance back. Lady Dela had broken out of the archway and was following in a stumbling trot. She faltered and doubled over, coming to the end of her endurance.

I pulled on Ryko's hand. 'Lady Dela. She's not going to make it.'

For a moment, I didn't think he would stop. Then I felt him slow our momentum, pulling me up into an abrupt, panting standstill. He let go of me and drew the sword from his left scabbard, shoving it into my hand. As soon as the moonstone hilt touched my skin, a flame of ancient rage seared through me.

'Open the grate and hide,' Ryko ordered then turned around.

A soldier had stopped behind us, his body poised for attack. Ryko pushed me towards the alley then charged at him.

'Run,' Ryko yelled, and elbowed the man in the face.

I ran.

Through me, a rhythm pounded. Heartbeat and breath and the drum of another presence in my ears. I dodged a swordsman, his face a blur of flattened features and missing teeth, his fingernails raking my arm. Only a few lengths to go. I looked back. The swordsman was following me, his pace outstripping mine. Beyond him, Ryko had reached Lady Dela. I lowered my head and flung myself into the dark entrance of the alley, swinging around to see the soldier draw up a few paces into the passage.

'It's a dead end, girlie,' he said, grinning.

I raised my blade.

He cross-drew his two swords, holding them in the ready position. 'I don't want to hurt you, so put it down.'

1 backed up a few steps. Two swords against one. I needed another blade. A few more steps brought me level with the first row of bales. He followed, matching his pace to mine. All I had to do was hold him off until Ryko and Lady Dela arrived. I edged towards the second stack of bales, where Ryko had hidden the dead soldier's sword.

'Come on now' The soldier smiled encouragingly

I was alongside the narrow corridor made by the first and second stacks. I snatched a look.

The end was blocked by the bale that Ryko had pushed down. Small pieces of ripped pale silk littered the ground. No sword. Was it behind the bale? If I went down there, I would be well and truly trapped. But the alley was a dead end, anyway. And I would have no chance of holding him off and getting the grate open at the same time. I was trapped either way I plunged between the two rows, slipping on the dark patch of Lady Dela's blood and scrambling across the stone to the fallen bale. Behind me, I heard the soldier grunt. A fist of hessian helped me steady myself as I frantically groped between bale and wall. My fingers hit the leather of the grip. I pulled the sword out.