A Storm in the Desert: Dragonlinked Chronicles Voume 3 Read Free Page B

army going to battle. And, in a sense, they had been. They were the Order’s righteous defenders against Yrdra’s monsters. Every time the execution platform had been stained red, people were inspired and loyalty to the Order surged. Those were beautiful times.
    If the rumor was true about Capu Cirtis sending that manis to the North, perhaps a dragon would be in their midst soon. Perhaps the old ways would return.

Chapter 2
Minday, Decimy 25, 1874.
Mid-Morning.
    The clear winter sky stretched from horizon to horizon as Aeron and Anaya soared hundreds of feet above the wooded land below. Frigid air whipped past, tugging at wisps of hair poking out from Aeron’s riding cap and making an undulating whisper as it blew over the breathing slits in his leather riding mask. The day was perfect.
    Aeron couldn’t stop smiling. Part of the reason was that two new baby dragons, Kisa and Mia, had joined their ranks. He reached down and patted Anaya’s neck. What do you think of the hatchlings?
    Mia is well-suited to Liara. As such, they will both bear watching. But you already know of Liara’s temperament.
    Aeron chuckled. Liara was something else. He occasionally caught an imaginary whiff of lavender when he thought of the forward girl. Her lips had been very soft. And Kisa?
    Kisa will be good for Gregor. Fillion has helped him a great deal, and with Kisa, he will once again be . . . complete.
    Complete. That was it. That was why he felt so happy.
    When Aeron had bonded with Anaya, he knew that the only way they could stay in Caer Baronel was if he could find a way for them to contribute or help in some way. Well, not only had that been accomplished, they could now help people everywhere.
    When he and Anaya had been banished from House Yaot, he’d thought it had all come to an end. But their message had been heard, and every now and again a dragon would come to find someone to stand with their children, to be bond-mates. With the recent hatching, there were more dragons and dragonlinked than ever.
    There was Willem, too, and the other dragonlinked. Having the rest of it was incredible, no doubt, but being able to share it made everything just that much more golden.
    And now there was the guild. With the approval of the Dragon Craft Guild a little over a month ago, everything Aeron had ever wanted to accomplish was now . . . complete. Maybe he could start relaxing and taking more time to enjoy what he had.
    Anaya dropped him off at the main entrance of Dragon Hall.
    Aeron raised his brows. They didn’t have to call it that anymore. It was the Dragon Craft Guildhall, now. The Guildhall. It was real and he, along with so many others, was helping build it. He smiled.
    Anaya chirped. I will bask in the sun until you are done.
    That sounds good, dear-heart. I’ll let you know when I’m ready to go home.
    She leapt into the air and beat her massive wings, gaining more and more height. Her beautiful form disappeared over a line of trees on the ‘roof’ of the Guildhall as she searched for a sun-warmed slab of rock to lay on.
    In the summer months, dragons tended to stay under cover during the hot hours of the day, but in winter, they liked laying in sunny spots sheltered from the wind. The favorite ledge he and she used to fly to in order to get away from everything was now part of the cafeteria, however, an outdoor seating porch overlooking the lake.
    Ah well, Aeron thought, you lose some things and you gain others.
    Construction all over the Guildhall was in full swing. He couldn’t wait until the housing area was complete and they could move into their rooms. He was also excited about the hatching cave. Well, it was officially called the clutching room, but whatever you wanted to call it, his team was working on it. When ready, the massive cavern-like chamber would have enough space to allow several dragons to lay their eggs. Just thinking about Gregor and Liara’s bonding earlier that morning made Aeron want to squeeze