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And then slowly, I tipped the first barrel.
The poison was outlined in my magic, so all of us could see as it dropped toward the fire beneath us.
All of us could see when the dragon flames hit it, turning it into what looked like molten lava.
And as it hit the fire, I sent my magic to seek out and obliterate any remnants. As I kept pouring, I noted other colors of magic rushing to help. Purple. Dark red. Green.
The longer I poured, the louder the crowd got. One barrel empty, I dropped it as well, it burning before it ever hit the logs and sticks below. I opened the final barrel and poured that one too.
As the last drops of poison and the empty barrel found their home in the flames, the warriors of Dra Skor began stomping.
Faster and faster.
Together.
Faster and faster.
As one, all of Dra Skor pierced the air with a cry of victory.
CHAPTER 50
We waited for the ship to come into view on the horizon. Seeing the tip of a sail, Esta and I both took off, beating our wings and racing toward the ship.
I flew fast. The more I flew, the more I understood my wingspan and how to weave in and out of the breeze, what little movements were needed to alter my course. I was much faster than I used to be, but still not even close to Esta’s skill. So I wasn’t surprised when she got there first and flew a full lap around the ship before I arrived.
Warrick was waving and jumping up and down from the deck of the ship, excited to see us.
Without asking Krew or Jorah, I swooped down and scooped him up, carrying him in my arms to the shore. I may be relatively new to this uncle thing, but I’d learned it was easier to ask for forgiveness sometimes.
“Best. Day. Everrrrrr!” he yelled.
I held his back to my chest, and Warrick put his arms out like he was the one with wings. I could feel and hear his joy, immediately thankful that he was here.
We flew a large loop and landed on the shore, Kian there waiting to meet Warrick. It was there we waited for Krew and Jorah and the ship to dock while Kian and Warrick discussed the sport of wave riding, Dra Skor style.
Not only was my twin brother arriving, but so was Jorah. And Warrick. My family had all braved the trip to be here for me for the formal wedding with Esta. Owen was serving as king in Krew’s absence, so he was the only missing piece.
As the Wylan ship finally docked, Esta’s large dragon head snapped in the direction of the ship and I felt her surprise.
“What is it?”
She shook her head. “I can’t believe they would still come.”
“Esta?”
Krew was jogging our way, and Esta immediately shifted to run to Jorah.
My eyes were on them, even as Krew hugged me. Esta whispered something I couldn’t hear, and Jorah put up a sound barrier to speak to her privately. Within seconds the two of them were laughing together, Jorah wiping at her eyes. A sight which healed another small corner of my heart.
Es,I snapped.Everything okay?
Jorah is pregnant,she informed me.
What? How’d you know?
Dragon senses,she responded.I’ve ruined more announcements than I care to admit. The best way I can explain it is that dragons can sense a flame of life in another.
Anything you cannot do?I asked her as I looked to my brother and grinned. “Congratulations are in order, I hear?”
