LOGINWhat do you think of Cyryl's argument?
Still Skylar walks the narrow ledge,Her oath writ deep on mountain’s edge:To steal, to save, to pay the price,To shield the hatchling’s sacrifice.SkylarIt felt like my life went into fast forward the moment the hatchlings joined us. Life became simple. Feed the hatchlings, let them sleep, spend time with Cyryl, try to sleep, repeat.Cyryl’s annoyance with her hatchlings is obvious and on multiple occasions, I’ve had to step in to keep the peace. As a queen, she expects her hatchlings to do what she says. However, they aren’t old enough yet to understand the hierarchy of her being their future leader. To them, she’s just their fellow hatchling and they don’t care what she’s saying when they're hungry.It doesn’t take the other hatchlings long to realize that the silvers favor their sister, rather than them. However, no matter how much they cry, Bynjym and Pytryck only feed Cyryl and Ylys when she stays behind to help guard the hatchlings. Yntyn and Thyyd both bring food back for t
In elder days when flame met air,And dragons ruled the heavens fair,Where once they soared on winds of grace,Now storm and sorrow take their place.RyukiYttyc is really uncomfortable to ride.‘That’s because you were meant to be a silver’s rider, not a bronze’s rider,’ Bynjym says.‘I can’t believe he let me ride him.’Bynjym is quiet for a moment.‘It says a lot about the power of our future queens. I don’t know if queens in the past who bonded with riders had this same power, or if we’ve reached a time when our thunder is on the cusp of strengthening, but the dominion that Cyryl and Skylar wield with our thunder is unheard of.’It’s not just power, I realize. They have a way of getting the other dragons to do what they want them to do because the dragons are so anxious to please them.‘That’s a very interesting insight. You’re right, my rider. All the dragons want to please them. They want to please Cyryl mostly because she will be their queen and they want to gain favor with her
But in her breast, another fire,Not born of greed, nor dark desire.She hears the cries no court will heed,Of dragons torn, of mothers’ need.Skylar‘Cyryl!’ I say, knowing I need to go to Nyry. I don’t know if the royals are still after her, but as an injured blue, she’ll be difficult to calm.‘Go. Bynjym, do not let anything happen to my rider!’‘I will kill them if they come near her,’ he growls.“I take it you’re riding with me?” Ryuki asks, wrapping his arm around my waist and lifting me up as he quickly races up Bynjym’s back.He gets us settled just as Bynjym lifts into the sky.‘Jyshy, go with them, along with four other bronzes. The other half stay with the silvers to guard the hatchlings,’ Cyryl says.‘Ylys, you need to stay to guard the hatchlings, too,’ I tell her when she lifts into the sky to join us.‘But Nyry …’‘We will get her and bring her here,’ Bynjym says to her, flying fast to get back to Nyry.‘Tell me what happened,’ I say as we fly.“They must have already b
With Bynjym bound in soul and scale,He guards the flight, he guards the tale.He fights the lords who steal with might,And shields the eggs through storm and night.SkylarI seem to have no problem sleeping in Ryuki’s arms. Considering I’ve gone nearly eighteen years without sleeping in a man’s arms, it’s surprising how comfortable I feel in his.When Bynjym lifts into the sky, taking us back to the thunder, I refuse to let myself feel terrified. I am a dragon rider, a queen’s rider. I will not flinch when it feels like gravity is trying to suck my stomach out of my body, nor will I get dizzy when the world below me becomes so small that it looks like an ant farm.‘Someday, you’ll equate these feelings with riding on my back. They will not only be familiar, but welcome,’ Cyryl says.‘I look forward to that day, my dragon.’When we get back to the thunder, I can feel the envious looks aimed my way. I’m not sure if the envy is toward Ryuki because he spent a night alone with me, or tow
Ryuki, forged in flight and flame,Would die before he brought them shame.Their hearts entwine like roots of old,In love unbought, in legends bold.RyukiI’m thrilled that Skylar seems to understand her role as the queen’s rider. I’m even more excited that she's asking us to be by their side as they take on their role.‘Yes, our queens seem to have taken a liking to us,’ Bynjym says, as he resumes feeding Cyryl.“It’s late, Skylar. Did you want to return to the thunder and stay with the others tonight, or would you like to stay the night here on the beach?” I ask.She turns and looks at the waves gently lapping against the shore. Bynjym and I have slept here more times than I can count. It’s very peaceful.“Is it safe?”‘Nothing will harm my queens,’ Bynjym says.Cyryl begins clicking happily at Bynjym. He leans down and gently rubs his nose against her face. The clicking sound increases, then Skylar turns back to me.“I guess we’re sleeping here,” she says, smiling. “Does it get col
So choose your side and guard your breath, For truth rides close on wings of death. A crown may fall, a world may change, When love and fire rearrange. SkylarI’m not sure what it was that finally made me realize that I will never be able to convince my father or Kenneth to stop hunting the dragons, but in that moment, I finally realized what it meant to be Cyryl’s rider.‘Now you understand,’ Cyryl says to me across the beach.‘Yes. I have to choose a side. There is no way to bridge this gap. There is no other way than war.’Even as I say it, I know that it means the death of people that I have loved, people who are or were my family. But I cannot turn a blind eye to what they are doing. The only way for us to win is for Cyryl and me to grow stronger together. We will become the leaders of our thunder. We will be the ones who strengthen the dragons and bring them to the forefront of the war. We will not longer be on the defensive. Once Cyryl is an adult, we will go on the offensiv
With Bynjym, bonded soul to soul,He guards the wild, the dragons’ role.He sees the war, the theft, the pain;And vows to break the royals’ chain.Ryuki‘She trusts us,’ Bynjym says proudly as Skylar falls back to sleep in my arms.‘She said that?’‘Not directly, but I could feel it. When Cyryl is
But love is forged through fire and flame,When Ryuki’s heart enters the frame.A dragon rider, fierce and brave,No king commands, no crown to crave.SkylarI wake up slowly. I can feel Cyryl’s head resting against my body. Her breathing is even so I know she’s asleep.I shift, adjusting my aching
She takes the eggs and returns them home,To nests where grieving mothers roam.A whisper in the wind, a ghost,The dragon thief they hate the most.RyukiI didn’t really think through the scenario of bringing Skylar to see the other riders. I knew she needed to meet them, but I can already tell the
So cloak and dagger, hood and knife,She walks the path, the dragon’s life.By torchless trail and starless ridge,She dares the depths, to cross the bridge.SkylarMy decision obviously pleased all of the dragons, but mostly I’m concerned about MY dragon. There’s no doubt in my heart and soul that







