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Chapter Sixty-One: In Closing His name was Isaac. The human half of Half-Dragon Black had been in a coma for almost a year, and waking up as a half-dragon must have been a surreal experience for him. He seemed okay--distant, constantly confused, but somehow okay. We all edged around him. After all, he was still a half-dragon--Yrathain still occupied his body. Did Yrathain speak with him at all? Could he take control? We didn’t know. So we did the worst possible thing we could, and isolated him. The days that followed the battle were something of a blur. Charman was injured badly, but lived, after he received care. Most of us were ev

Chapter Seventy-Four - Jay The day after the peace treaty between the Tharan and Dragon Kingdoms was formed, Dragon Spire collapsed. It had been sorely abused by events--blasted apart in at least three places, and then made to hold the weight of the visiting Guardians. I expected the dragons to be distraught, seeing as the goldbloods had ruled from Dragon Spire for as long as their history could recall. To my surprise, though, none seemed overly concerned, and some even treated it as relief. Syra and Turk were planning to relocate to a new castle, one with a more central location. I hadn't been following events too closely, but it seemed lik

Chapter Thirty-Six: Change They held a funeral for Solan, in the way of dragons. Jay found that dragons were not ritualists as humans were. The funeral was a simple time to say goodbye, a celebration of Solan’s spirit rejoining the elements, and his burial under the earth. A large group gathered together to speak of their memories, and to commit Solan’s body to its final rest. A dragon with deep black scales and blue eyes lurked near the back of the crowd, then left before anyone could speak with him. Solan’s family, too, had come. Jay had never met them, though he’d heard of them through Solan’s words, and someh

Epilogue A battle ages-old was ended that day atop the cliff. With the death of Lukos and the Protectors, Arcana's closest descendants had all been killed. The two remaining embodiments of the Dark Leader-- the evil spirit that possessed his aura and the young cripple that had received his body-- had each died there in the last rays of sun. As soon as their leader died, the shadow dragons had found themselves vulnerable. They had no reason to continue fighting. So as soon as the truth was learned, they departed and returned to their families. Who can say how the Dark Leader turned them away in the first place? To everyone's surprise and joy