Chapter 1
Authors Note:
Twenty years after the fall of the last Abhorsen that is when this story takes place. All characters/places or anything else from the Abhorsen trilogy belongs to Garth Nix and Not me. My Characters such as Vira, Kira, Kyril…ect. Are mine and not to be copied! - so don't copy or I shall poke out your eye with a hot French fry! Thank you and have a nine day!
P.S. In relation to the Old Kingdom right now in this they are by the Bay of the Mountains. …
Without further ado the Chapter…
A young dragon and her mother sat on a sea cliff perched above the rolling waves of the ocean, yet it was close enough to a mountain forest for the smell of pine to reach the cave; the larger dragon was jet black with a crescent moon on her forehead, while the smaller dragon was midnight blue with a white triangle on her snout.
They were watching the waves, the mother's head on her claws almost napping but, then an arrow pierced the air a few centimeters above mothers head.
"Kira hide!" She warned her daughter.
Kira darted behind her mother shaking from both the chill in the air and terror for her mother and herself. Two men emerged from behind a bush; they were dressed in petty clothes, poor men gone dragon-slaying for the money not for meaning. Mother dragon hissed then growled menacingly baring her razor sharp teeth, and flaring her wings, a bluff. The men fell for the bluff and backed up a step, stunned. Mother dragon took this chance to bat them away with a wing, but at a cost, one of the men with his knife sliced a gaping cut in her wing membrane. She roared shrilly from rage and pain,
"HOW DARE YOU?" She roared and slapped them with her tail knocking them off their feet; she then burnt them to a crisp with her fiery breath.
Kira stood back from her mother slightly frightened by the flames of rage in her eyes.
"Vira?" The young dragon asked,
Mother Dragon lay down coiling her neck around the young one,
"Sorry, they angered me" She soothed
"I kinda figured that" Kira said and snuggled up to her mother. They were almost asleep on that cold December night, but they heard a rustling in the bushes nearby and mother dragons ears pricked up as did her head,
"What mother?" Kira asked
"Nothing dear, I will take care of it, sleep" She crooned but stayed in attention.
Her wing was badly wounded but that would have to wait there was something near that had it in its mind to harm her daughter, there was no way that was going to happen on her watch.
She reared up gently nudging Kira away. She went to fighting stance fangs bared, wings and tail at the ready to bat any intruder away from her daughter. But it was neither a dragon slayer nor a rival dragon that emerged from the bushes but her son, Kyril. She gasped and nearly fell to the ground with astonishment.