scream. “Help him!” I jump into the air in my dragon form and land beside Conyac, biting and snapping at the Orgs, until they fall back. I nudge a still conscious Conyac onto my back and fly him into the castle.
I know we must get him to Gizmel as quickly as possible. But the keep is still under attack. As I land, I see Trav’s dragon bounding over the walls. He lands before me and shifts.
“Fly him back to Skyland Castle. I will stay here and defend the fortress.”
“I cannot ask you to risk your life for my lands,” Conyac sputters, holding his side as blood oozes from his wound. I cannot stand waiting. I roar at the arguing men. There is no time for this. I must get him back to Skyland.
I jump into the air and fly swiftly through the night towards my castle. Conyac holds tightly to my neck, but I feel him slipping more and more as the moments pass. “I’m not going to make it, my lady,” he moans from my back.
I feel him slipping from my back and quickly swoop to an open meadow in the middle of a dark forest. The night sky is blanketed with stars, and the first hints of dawn color the horizon.
Conyac falls from my back into the soft grass. “No,” I say as I shift, kneeling beside him and cradling his head in my lap.
“It’s okay, Dani. I’ve had a good life. I want you to know, before I leave this world. I love you.”
“Conyac. No.” Tears fall down my cheeks as I rock him in my arms. Something overtakes me, some inner knowing, and I begin to sing. The sound is more powerful than anything I could have ever imagined coming from my body. The song is something ancient and arcane. It is similar to my dragon power, but soft and gentle like a summer rain.
All at once, Conyac’s bleeding stops. He gasps, sitting up next to me. He grips my shoulders and looks into my eyes as the sun rises over the meadow. Pale yellow light brightens into gold as he gazes at me.
“You’ve healed me with your song,” he whispers.
“I have,” I say. I don’t know how I did it. I am overcome with the mystery of it and begin to cry big, hot tears that fall and splash on the ground.
Conyac holds me to his chest and makes soothing sounds as he rocks me. “Don’t be afraid, princess.”
“I’m not afraid. I’m…” I don’t know why I’m crying. If I had been able to heal during the war on Earth, I would have been able to help so many people. I would have been able to heal myself.
“Let’s get you back to Skyland.”
We fly back to Skyland and land as the morning sun begins to warm the earth. Sparrows fly in the burgeoning light, and we walk hand in hand into the castle. I remember the siege on Castle Blackwell and feel foolish for having forgotten.
“Should we go back to your fortress?” I ask him as we stand on the stairs leading into my palace. In the air above the gardens, I see Trav’s red dragon form. He swoops and transforms before storming up the stairs.
“Castle Blackwell is lost,” Trav says angrily as he approaches.
“No,” I say, shocked. Everything they told me would happen if I didn’t choose a king is happening. I can’t help but feel responsible. If we had the power of the monarchy, we could have defeated the Orgs easily.
“This is my fault,” I say, a tear falling to the stone stair.
“Nothing is your fault,” says Conyac, gripping my hand.
“The Org sent reinforcements after you left,” Trav says. “Your people fled when the Org took the keep. Most of them made it to safety.”
“Damn,” Conyac swears.
“Dani,” Trav says, looking at me intently. “You must choose. You must make the hilock with one of us and bestow the power of the monarchy on the King and Queen of Endor.”
“I know. I know. But… You don’t understand.”
“What don’t we understand, my lady?” Conyac says, enfolding me in his arms.
“I… I love you both. I want to bond with both of you. I can’t imagine choosing only one.”
Conyac and Trav look at each other and then at me.