Brian Rathbone - The Dawning of Power

In that moment she thought of Barabas. His last action had been to prevent her death. He had sacrificed his life so she could live, so she could behold the beauty of a new day. She remembered all her fallen friends, all those who had helped her despite the dangers and had paid the ultimate price. She remembered what they all had done, and she loved them for it.

At the center of the new grove, Nat stood, stupefied. Never had he imagined such a thing. In the center of the stone, Catrin's staff-the staff his family had guarded for generations-stood, embedded in the rock itself, and it bloomed. It produced no more acorns, only flowering buds of purple and blue, but it lived and grew! Shrouded by branches, leaves, and flowers, the shaft was barely visible. Nat had to get down on his knees and peer under the growth to see the shaft, and the steely gaze of the dragon met him, its gemmed eyes pulsing with an inner glow. Protruding from the heel, the wooden shaft looked more lustrous than ever, though it seemed no larger than he remembered it.

Evenly spaced, the new greatoaks grew, lean and straight. It would take thousands of years for the mighty leviathans to gain their predecessors' majesty, but the process had begun, and now it was a task only time could achieve. To know that some future generation would come here and see greatoaks that had sprung from the staff his father had given into his care all those years ago gave Nat an immense feeling of accomplishment along with gratitude to Catrin.

Neenya stood in awe of everything she witnessed on the Godfist. Nat had wanted to protect her from the rest of the world, to allow her to live her simpler life among the Gunata, but civilization encroached on the lands held by native peoples, and no longer were the Gunata innocent or ignorant. It was Neenya who convinced him to come back to the Godfist because she feared for his life. Now they were here, and he wondered what he could do. How next would unexpected events overturn his world?

"She's ready," Fasha said.

Benjin wasn't certain if she was referring to the Dragon's Wing or Gwen. At five years old, his daughter was a roaring terror wrapped in innocence. One look from her big, blue eyes melted his heart. He was helpless. Running his hands over the polished wood, he looked for imperfections, trying to decide if they needed another coat of sealer and a few more weeks of polishing before making their sea trials.

"She's ready," Fasha insisted.

Still, Benjin made one final inspection of the Dragon's Wing. Carved from a single greatoak, it was like no other ship on all of Godsland. While Fasha and Catrin had been pregnant, Benjin and Prios had worked, carving the masthead, which extended back along the sides of the ship. Modeled after Kyrien, the ship looked as if it were flying, even as it sat in dry dock.

For a moment, Benjin stopped to revel in his new life. Letting go of Catrin had been difficult, but he knew Prios would take good care of her. It was on their wedding day that Benjin's life forever changed. With tears in her eyes, Fasha had asked him to marry her. She asked him. He still couldn't believe it. For weeks, he'd been trying to find the words to ask her, all the while helping organize Prios and Catrin's wedding. He'd been afraid of somehow making Catrin's day less special and never found the right moment to ask. Fasha had chosen the moment, and he loved her for it.

Catrin's wedding day was filled with tears of joy, and the ceremony touched everyone who attended. Later, when Benjin was asked to speak, he could no longer contain his news, and though he was terrified, he announced his engagement to Fasha. The celebration that followed was one he would never forget.

The familiar sound of bare feet running across the deck alerted Benjin to a coming storm.

"Are we ready, Daddy? Can we go now? Momma says I'm going to love the sea. Can we go now, Daddy? Can we? Please?" The last question was punctuated by one of Gwen's most practiced and effective looks.

"Yes. We can go now." Benjin gave the order, and horses were brought in. Hooked to thick lines that ran through a massive pulley, the horses pulled.

Unlike ships built from many small pieces, the Dragon was a whole. She didn't creak or moan as she slipped along the guide planks. She entered the water with what sounded like a sigh of relief. In the water, she looked much different than Benjin had imagined. Her wingtips, though close and tight to the ship, soared just above the water line, making the ship look vulnerable where Benjin knew it was strong.

Using Brother Vaughn as his voice, Prios often joked that the carving they did made the wood stronger. As if they were peeling away the bits that were hiding its true form. Looking at it now, Benjin couldn't believe he'd been a part of creating it.

"Fasha, my wife," Benjin said as he wrapped her in his arms, "I love you, and I think you should be captain of this ship."

"I'll need a cook," she said, and they both laughed.

Gwen charged by at full speed. "Can we leave now?" she asked without slowing.

Together, Benjin and Fasha raised the sails and let the wind drive the Dragon's Wing for the first time. Without a sound, save for the flap of canvas, she sliced through the water.

"Wait!" a voice carried across the water. "Hey! Wait for me!"

A loud splash followed, and Benjin turned to look. Then he just shook his head and laughed. He'd forgotten that he promised Jessub he could come on the maiden voyage. Every few days, the boy would show up and check on their progress, and he must have known they were getting close. Now he swam toward them. Fasha slowed the ship as they waited for Jessub.

Benjin dropped the boarding net over the side, never having expected to use it so soon. "Up you go," he said as he pulled a soaked and exhausted Jessub aboard.

"You were gonna leave without me," Jessub accused.

"It's my fault," Fasha said as she threw Jessub a towel. "I convinced him to sail today. I should have told him to wait for you."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, and Benjin barely contained his laughter. For all his energy and bravado, Jessub feared Fasha's wrath more than anything, which, Benjin supposed, only showed that the boy had good sense.

"Come on, Jessub!" Gwen demanded as she led him to the prow. "Look! I'm flying," she said as she stuck her arms out to the sides. A moment later, she was bathed in shadow. Kyrien soared low over the prow, just above Gwen and Jessub.

"Wow," Jessub said, his jaw hanging slack.

"We're flying!" Gwen said.

Benjin watched in amazement, hoping the likeness would not offend Kyrien. Unlike the tales of dragon riders, Catrin had no control over Kyrien. He was a free creature, and he went only where he chose. It was a fact that Benjin knew bothered Catrin and terrified others, but there seemed no way to change the dragon. In truth, Benjin liked him just as he was.

As if to show his approval, Kyrien rested his chin on the carved image of his head and flew with his eyes closed, letting the motion of the ship guide him. Benjin watched in amazement. A moment later Kyrien trumpeted and tipped his wings. Soaring high into the sky, he disappeared from sight.

In deep water, Fasha raised more sail, and the Dragon's Wing flew across the water-free.

The Watering Hole bustled with activity, and Miss Mariss carried platters laden with food between the many crowded tables. Warm weather had blessed them with record crops, and finally their livestock were plentiful again. Children were born, and the towns of Lowerton and Upperton grew faster than anyone could have imagined. Martik's marvels of engineering made farming possible in otherwise impossible places, and it seemed starvation was no longer a threat.