Battle Mage: Dragon Mage (Tales of Alus) Read Free

her closer for a hug, Kel’lor tried to encourage her as he released the girl again, “Well, don’t worry too much anyway, Cheleya. Don’t forget that we are learning your magic, not our own. Mor’treya and I are already masters of our own race’s spells. We may be novices to dragon magic, but we will catch up eventually.
    “This is your first full school of training, little one. Enjoy being so good for being so young and I will see you tomorrow,” he finished as the human facade turned back into the giant mar’goyn’lya form once more before Kel’lor propelled himself over the rail of the mountain top school.
    Cheleya stood for just a moment longer. She glanced back at the doors and Malaketh who had moved from her sight. Shaking her head forlornly once again, the pretty little blond stepped up onto the rail and dove over the side.
    “Dragon wing,” the girl stated bringing her magical wings into being. The feel of the wind rushing past and the exhilaration of the speeding fall through the air, were almost enough to make Cheleya smile once more.
     
     
    Chapter 2- Of Eggs and Caves
     
    “Mother, I am home,” the voice of the blond girl called as she walked through the gaping doorway that extended several times her height above and almost as many feet in width. There was no door. Che’ther homes didn’t need them.
    The land dragon bodies weren’t the easiest by design to operate doors and handles, though all her race were far more dexterous with their large clawed hands than most realized. Her race had artisans and wizards after all who could create very delicate pieces of jewelry for example, but shifting their weight to maneuver to open a doorknob that wasn’t necessary just wasn’t worth the effort.
    Like individual giant caves created above ground and patterned into neat squares, the city of Mar’kal was filled with hundreds of similarly created spaces. Che’ther of lesser means lived almost spartanly, though Cheleya knew of a few that had much more creative and expensive tastes that had created mansions filled with gold and other trinkets. Those were guarded even in a city with almost no known theft.
    Che’ther were communal living creatures and shared much between their neighbors, but there were still those that looked out for themselves more than the whole. It was considered slightly odd behavior, but the che’ther didn’t judge them for it. Those who didn’t need such things lived happily as they were and let the others do as they must.
    “Mother?” Cheleya called again. Her mother was almost always home these days. She had given birth to another egg less than a year ago and it would be a couple more months before her sibling hatched. Maintaining warmth and checking the egg regularly kept her mother near it almost continually when her father couldn’t be around to guard it for her.
    “I thought that I asked you not to call me that while in that ridiculous body,” a deep voice complained from deeper in the cavernous house. “It is just too strange to see that pink little thing and think of you as my daughter, Cheleya.”
    Close to twice her size as a che’ther, the dark blue scales of her mother appeared in the lamplight as the ground trembled beneath Cheleya’s feet. Golden eyes, long sharp teeth, and the bulk of a dragon would be intimidating to a true human, but the little blond took in her mother who had raised her for seventeen years and didn’t flinch.
    “Well, you are still my mother, even if magic let’s me look like this,” she replied feeling tired of this discussion and not wanting a revival of her mother’s dislike of the spell created by the amulet. “How is the egg doing today?”
    “Don’t try changing the subject, Cheleya. Change into my girl before entering this home. You aren’t even trying very hard today anyway. All that pink skin is just... disgusting. You look more like dinner than my daughter.”
    Looking down at her body, Cheleya looked on her naked