G. Aiken - A Tale Of Two Dragons

“Oy! Addolgar!” they yelled into his human face. “ Oyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! You awake?”

Idiots. Every one of his brothers and sisters were utter idiots. Even these two—Ghleanna, his older sister; and Bercelak, his younger brother—who he believed to be the smartest of his kin, were still . . . idiots.

“Maybe he’s dead then,” Bercelak suggested.

“Nah. I think he’s breathing. He just sleeps like the dead, is all.”

An elbow, probably Ghleanna’s, rammed across his jaw. “ Addolgar! ” she screamed. “You awake?”

His jaw throbbing, Addolgar knew he couldn’t keep ignoring his siblings or he risked losing part of his face.

He slowly opened his eyes. “What?”

“See?” Ghleanna said to Bercelak. “He’s not dead.”

“Such a relief. Mum would have had a fit if he’d turned up dead.”

“Your concern overwhelms me, brother.” Addolgar cracked his neck. “So what do you want?”

His brother and sister, also in their human forms, stood tall, hands on hips, staring down at him. The two of them looked the most alike of their siblings. Black hair, black eyes, rude natures. Bercelak had the nastiest attitude, but really he was only the most focused. He had big plans. He didn’t just want to be a warrior; he wanted to lead the Queen’s Army. It was a lofty goal, especially for one of the low-born Cadwaladr Clan, but if any of them could do it, it would be Bercelak.

Ghleanna was more like Addolgar. They battled because they liked it and were good at it. They loved the armor, the weapons, the blood, the death. When the Queen had no wars, Addolgar and Ghleanna found human wars to fight. They were always fun and good training.

But still, could Addolgar not get a few minutes to himself? He’d just wanted to have a meal and get a little nap before heading back to the human troops he’d been fighting with. As always, though, with his kin . . . that apparently wasn’t possible.

“Why are you two bothering me?”

“Her Majesty ,” Ghleanna sneered, “wants to see us.”

Addolgar smirked. His sister didn’t even bother trying to hide her dislike of the current monarch, Dragon Queen Addiena. She’d taken over for her mother, the much-loved Queen Ganieda, nearly a century ago, and Ghleanna still barely accepted Addiena as their ruler. True, she’d protect her as the monarch of their people, but that was as far as Ghleanna the Black was willing to go.

Curious as to what was going on, Addolgar asked, “She wants to see us for what?”

“You don’t question,” Bercelak snapped. “You come when called.”

“When did we become pets?” Addolgar asked his brother. Ghleanna snorted.

“Don’t anger me, brother. We serve the Queen—without question, without delay. Now get off your fat ass and let’s get going.”

Knowing quite well that his ass was perfect, Addolgar was getting ready to argue, for no other reason than to annoy his brother, when Ghleanna cleared her throat and motioned behind her. A group of humans were running toward them, all of them poorly armed with pitchforks and rusty swords and pikes.

“I’ll handle—” Bercelak began, but Ghleanna quickly stepped in front of him.

“No,” she told him. “You’ll keep your mouth shut.”

The humans quickly crossed the open field until they reached them, the one out front stopping in front of Ghleanna. “Did ya see him, soldier?” he demanded. “Did ya see the dragon?”

Ghleanna nodded. “We have troops searching for the bastard now. We’ll find him. And we’ll kill him.”

“He destroyed my cattle!” one of the men yelled. “Look at this!”

They did. All those bones, sucked clean of meat, fat, and marrow. It wasn’t the entire herd that Addolgar had eaten but at least half. He’d been hungry, though. Very hungry.

“That bastard,” Ghleanna snarled. “We’ll wipe the land of him, I promise you that.”

The humans looked at Addolgar. “What’s wrong with him then?” the leader asked.

“He . . . was attacked by that dragon.” Ghleanna nodded at Addolgar.

With a sigh and a barely suppressed eye roll, Addolgar raised his arm and weakly stated, “Don’t mind me. I’m just slowly bleeding to death from the attack.” All that cow’s blood smeared over his human flesh helped with that lie. Of course, he’d been dragon when the blood had splattered, the human herder running off, screaming hysterically and pissing himself. And after Addolgar had finished eating, he’d shifted to human so he could relax with his back against a sturdy tree and his long human legs stretched out in front of him.

One of the humans studied Addolgar and asked, “Why’s he naked?”

The three of them blinked and then Bercelak lied, “Because it’ll be easier to carry his dead body back to the troops with no armor.”

“Won’t he need his armor for the funeral?” asked another curious human.

Addolgar and Ghleanna looked at Bercelak, waiting to see what their younger brother would come up with next.

“Uh . . . yes. You’re right, of course. Um . . . but we all hated him. So we’re stripping him of any honor at his death.”

“But he’s still alive,” said a horrified woman.

That’s when Addolgar bit the inside of his mouth to prevent the laughter threatening to come out; Ghleanna, always short on patience, had had enough.

“Here,” Ghleanna said to the humans. “Take this.” She held out her hand to Bercelak. He glanced at her open hand and back at her face.

“What?”

Ghleanna tilted her head the tiniest bit, and Addolgar read that move for exactly what it was. A threat.

Growling a bit, Bercelak ripped the coin pouch he had tied to his sword belt off and handed it to Ghleanna. She, in turn, handed it over to the humans. “For your cattle.”

“You’ll take care of the dragon, though, yeah?”

“Our troops are moving on him as we speak. Have no fear. He’ll not be back.”

“Lizards,” the human spit out. “Hate them all.”

With that, the humans turned around and headed back to their homes.

“I should have eaten them,” Bercelak sneered.

“What is wrong with you?” Ghleanna demanded.

“They made me angry.” He paused a moment, then admitted, “And they smell really good. I’m so hungry.”

Addolgar pointed to a nearby meadow. “There’s more cows over there. And I could eat again.”

Ghleanna shook her head and rubbed her fingers against her temples. “You two are such idiots.”

Addolgar laughed. “I was just thinking the same thing about you lot!”

Braith of the Darkness, Daughter of the House of Penarddun, so named by the western city she’d destroyed when they’d sent an army to her cave to hunt her as if she were some common bear in the woods, landed on the side of Devenallt Mountain.

The seat of power for the Dragon Queen of the Southlands, Devenallt Mountain was the one place Braith loathed going. As a royal, there were certain times of the year she was expected to come and spend time among other royals, but she hated it. She had nothing in common with . . . well . . . anyone. She had nothing to say. At least nothing that would interest anyone. So she mostly just stood around, holding a chalice of wine she never drank, and waited until she could sneak out without being noticed.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t here for a specific royal event but because she’d been sent for by her father. Something that frightened her more than she’d ever admit out loud. She wasn’t close to her father. Never had been. Her father had always made it clear that, to him, she was nothing more than “your mother’s daughter,” which was fine with Braith. She didn’t need her father and didn’t want to be around him, and he had always seemed to feel the same. So why he was summoning her to Devenallt Mountain, she had no idea.