The Dragons Blood Key: Legend of the Dragon's Blood Key - Book 1 Read Free Page A

a special gift for her. It was an old book bound
in leather and a large, red jewel placed in the center of the outer cover.
    “Oh Grandfather, it’s beautiful.” Abigail
reached for the book, wanting to look more closely at it.
    “My dear, this is not a book that you read
like the others in our library. It’s ancient and extremely
valuable . Do you see the red stone?”
    Abigail shook her head with her eyes
transfixed on the jewel.
    “I was told that it’s called The Blood Key.
It’s a perfectly cut ruby stone, so you must be careful with it. I have a man making a glass case to keep
the book in for safe keeping, but that way we will still be able to
see it.” Her grandfather was saddened when he saw the disappointed
look on her face.
    “But Grandfather, can’t I read it just once?
I promise not to damage it,” Abigail pleaded.
    Her grandfather reached out and gently
touched her cheek. “I’m sorry, my dear, but I need you to promise
me that you will not touch the book. It’s very fragile, so touching the pages may cause
damage that cannot be repaired.”
    Abigail looked down at the deep red stone
and could not help but wonder why it seemed to draw her to it. She
wanted to protest again, but she knew her grandfather would not
change his mind.
    “Yes, Grandfather, I promise,” she said with
sadness in her eyes.

    Several weeks passed and Abigail would sneak
into the library to stare at the strange book for hours. She wanted
to open the glass case, but she had promised her grandfather that
she would leave it alone. For some strange reason, just having the
book nearby seemed to ease her loneliness whenever her grandfather
was away on his business trips.
    Yet, sometimes life gives us an unforeseen
twist. One afternoon, the tragic news arrived that her
grandfather’s airplane was missing. He was on his way home but had flown into a storm and no one had
heard from him since. Abigail had paced the halls of the old house,
waiting for news of her grandfather’s return, but with each passing
day, his chance for a safe return grew evermore slim.
    Everyone had tried to convince her that he
was gone, but in her heart, she knew he would return to her as he
had always promised. He was the center of her world, so she was not
prepared to accept his death.
    She had tried to be brave, but as the days
progressed, she felt more alone. One afternoon, while wandering
through the large house she ended up in the library, gazing at the
strange book in the glass case. She had looked around the room as
though her grandfather would walk through the door at any instant
and remind her to leave the book alone.
    “Grandfather, why did you leave me? I live
in this house full of servants, yet I still feel alone. Please come
back to me,” Abigail cried as she rested her hand on top of the
glass case.
    As she cried, a strange sensation moved through her hand. It was a soft tingling, like the wings
of butterflies fluttering against your skin.
    Abigail pulled her hand away and the
tingling stopped. She then looked at her hand and returned it to
the glass box.
    “How strange, I don’t remember it doing that
before,” Abigail giggled softly.
    “I wonder…” she held her breath and slowly
opened the glass case.
    Suddenly, bright-colored lights shot from
the glass box like fireworks filling the night sky. The vibrant
lights filled the room, dancing in the air. Abigail jumped back,
unsure of what was happening until
she heard a soft voice come from inside the box.
    “Come to me, Abigail.”
    “What? Who are you?” Abigail stepped forward
and looked down at the book.
    “Come to me, Abigail,” the voice said again,
but Abigail now noticed the ruby stone attached to the book began to glow.
    “Please Abigail, we need your help,” the
voice pleaded.
    Abigail did not know what to do. Was this
actually happening, or was it a strange dream? More of the brightly
colored lights shot from the box, but this time they wrapped around
Abigail; spinning