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       Moonbreeze, p.1

           Adrienne Woods
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Moonbreeze


  Adrienne Woods

  Moonbreeze: The Dragonian series 4

  Copyright © 2015 Adrienne Woods

  Illustration: Joemel Requeza

  If you purchased this e-book from anyone other than Fire Quill Publishing or a licensed FQP reseller, you should be aware this e-book is stolen property.

  This e-book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  First Fire Quill publishing edition September 2015

  To Maddison and Jamie-Leight, for thinking that every dragon out there is mommy’s dragon. Love you so so so much, and hope that one day you will love The Dragonian series as much as everyone else had.

  SENSITIVE CONTENT END OF PART II.

  Acknowledgements

  Epitome

  Part I

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  PART II

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty One

  PART III

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Chapter Twenty Four

  Chapter Twenty Five

  Chapter Twenty Six

  Chapter Twenty Seven

  Chapter Twenty Eight

  Chapter Twenty Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty One

  PART IV

  Chapter Thirty Two

  Chapter Thirty Three

  Chapter Thirty Four

  Chapter Thirty Five

  Chapter Thirty Six

  Chapter Thirty Seven

  Chapter Thirty Eight

  Chapter Thirty Nine

  Chapter Forty

  PART V

  Chapter Forty One

  Chapter Forty Two

  Chapter Forty Three

  Chapter Forty Four

  Chapter Forty Five

  Chapter Forty Six

  Chapter Forty Seven

  Chapter Forty Eight

  Chapter Forty Nine

  Starlight Chapter One

  About the Author

  FIREBOLT

  VENOM (Novelette)

  THUNDERLIGHT

  FROSTBITE

  POISON (Novella)

  MOONBREEZE

  STARLIGHT(coming 2016)

  To our Father in Heaven. For blessing me everyday. I love You and will always love You till the end of time. Thank you for guiding me whenever I needed Your guidance and for choosing me to be the one to tell this story. I would be nothing without You.

  To my husband Heinrich for giving me the time and space to write my stories. It’s not always easy but we somehow find a way to make it work. Your love and support has meant the world to me.

  To my family, the greatest one out there, you are all amazing and unique and I’m so glad to be of the same blood.

  To the team of people that worked on this. Joemel, for the cover art. You captured the emotion I wanted you to captured and you keep on bowling me over. I don’t know how you do it, but just keep on doing what you do. You are the best.

  To my editors: Hillery, a true Paegeian, always had been since the first time you edited Firebolt. You just know me so well by now. Your love for this story is what makes it such a great story. Thank you so much.

  To Monique: You are my true Elena, you always work with her to such a content that we can’t help but to love our girl. She has grown so much from the first novels, thank you so much for staying true to Elena and being honest with me when I portrayed her a bit too weak or selfish.

  Zoe: What can I say that I haven’t said before. I love you so much, especially when you have to change British spelling to US spelling. I know it’s hard for you, but your honesty and support really makes you such a great editor.

  To my Publisher. Thank you Fire Quill for giving a home to my novels. The team at Fire Quill are definitely one of the best, they go above and beyond with everything I need. Carlyle, Sandra, Joemel, Hillery, Monique and Zoe, all super talented people. Couldn’t have done any of this without you.

  To my fans. I wouldn’t have been here today if it wasn’t for you guys. You loved this story, there is just no words to described it, and your support, sharing this series with friends and family, I can’t say thank you enough. I know I will meet all of you one day, I must as I would still be nowhere if you guys didn’t help with spreading the word of The Dragonian Series. I hope you are going to enjoy this one.

  xoxoxo

  Epitome

  My name is Elena Malone-Squire-Watkins. I’m eighteen years old. I started out my ordinary life as just Elena Watkins, but my journey has lead me on so many life-changing adventures and revealed so much about my past that I can’t even begin to explain the name change.

  My life hasn’t always been easy, considering I grew up with a dragon for a father. That was a small piece of information he declined to share with me.

  Ever since I could remember, we’d moved every three months. I never knew why until the night I finally got my answers, the night I discovered who my father really was: a dragon. That night my father died saving my life.

  That was how I came to be in Paegeia. A world hidden behind an enchanted wall inside the Bermuda Triangle. It used to be part of our world, my old home realm. Magic, dragons, shifters, you name it, roam free behind the enchanted wall now, living alongside gifted people who can tame dragons; bonding with them in order to share their abilities.

  They are born with a special mark and are known as Dragonians - dragon riders.

  I was born with that mark too, and a pretty darn dark one at that.

  A mark no one thought really belonged to me, including me, because of what my father was.

  It turns out that only children born from humans can become Dragonians.

  Still, that mark was my ticket straight into Dragonia Academy, an elite school for dragons and gifted dragon tamers.

  The teachers at the Academy taught me everything that I know today. Magic, the art of fighting and handling weapons – two axes to be exact – but most importantly, learning about dragons and their riders.

  While the whole idea of dragons and their riders threw me for a loop, things were about to get a whole lot stranger. I soon learned that some of those dragons and tamers were actually meant for each other. Their souls were somehow connected, coded in each other’s DNA, before birth. Their destinies and what they would achieve together had been written in the stars before time even existed and this future could only be seen by Moon-Bolt dragons that could reveal them in a form of a riddle.

  These bonds are known as Dents.

  How it all works is still beyond me, it’s extremely complex and not something that can be easily explained, but needs to be experienced. Dents are extremely rare and ar
e revered as the oldest form of magic, even in a world as magical as Paegeia.

  So you can just imagine how lost I was in this new world, having to deal with the fact that dragons weren’t just fairy tales and learning that magic really did exist, on top of losing the only man I knew as my father.

  That was when I’d met Becky and Sammy. Becky was a human and fellow Dragonian, like me, and Sammy was a Fire-Tail dragon. She is kind and the bravest of all dragons and I was honored to call them both my best friends.

  After a few months of living in my new world I fell in love with a boy named Lucian, the Prince of Tith, who stole my heart and my very soul. He was everything a girl could ever want, but it was not meant to last. He died almost a year ago saving me from Paul Sutton, a Wyvern who’d claimed to be my dragon. I believed him because of my foretelling, a destiny the Viden had predicted.

  A day will come and a day will go, a choice I will have to make otherwise the truth will never be known.

  It was a mouthful, and gave no inkling of what it was I needed to do. That’s what had propelled me on all my journeys and how my life suddenly lead to so much death.

  I’d really thought Wyverns could be tamed, but I learned the hard way that it was not possible; by sacrificing the love of my life.

  The worst part of it all was, on the day he died, I changed into a dragon myself.

  A small detail no one had ever shared with me.

  The dragon inside of me was named Cara and she shared my body. She gave me freedom; she helped me get over my fear of heights and gave me courage I’d never thought was possible. Her presence also made losing Lucian a bit more bearable.

  During my journey to find out who I really was, I learned that Cara had died a long time ago, saving my life as an infant, and she had awoken when Paul tried to kill me.

  Her mother, Tanya Le Frey, had been Queen Catherine’s dragon. It turns out Queen Catherine is my biological mother. Shocked? Not as shocked as I was.

  Many years ago, Tanya had sacrificed her six-year-old dragon, Cara, so that I could live.

  Cara wasn’t supposed to wake up, but I guess being in such grave danger at the hands of Paul gave her no choice.

  This brings me to my final revelation. I am the Princess of Paegeia. The daughter of King Albert and Queen Catherine. This meant I had to kill the dragon part of me; I had to kill Cara, in order to claim what was mine. The Rubicon. A dragon that was all ten dragon species combined who was predestined for evil. If I hadn’t discovered who I was, he would’ve turned dark, taking my soul with him.

  His human form was named Blake Leaf. He was my best friend Sammy’s brother.

  He was the kind of guy that would make your legs turn into goo by just looking at you, but he was as arrogant as they come and as stubborn as hell. And the worst part of it all was that he’d loathed me ever since I was brought here, but for an unknown reason had ended up saving my life on more than one occasion.

  I guess I finally knew why he’d done it. It was the part that was fighting the evil in him – because he’d known from the beginning who I was – how big that part was, I didn’t know.

  Unfortunately we shared one of those special bonds, a Dent, and our destinies were written in the stars.

  This destiny was something I didn’t really believe in because of this messed up love-hate relationship I shared with him.

  So now I am coming to grips with the knowledge that the man who raised me was not my father and that my mother had never left me, she died. Also that my real father was the greatest man who’d ever lived and that I am unable to free him or the people of Etan from the spell of an evil sorcerer because of a promise I’d made to him during my ascending.

  A promise that wasn’t mine to make alone. But none of that matters as my dragon is the last person/creature in this world that would ever Dent, even if his life depended on it. That knowledge wasn’t an easy pill to swallow.

  Blake wants absolutely nothing to do with me, he’d made it clear on so many occasions, and I know everyone blames his dark side, but I know better. It isn’t his dark side. For some reason he just doesn’t want me as his rider.

  But I know I will get there; somehow I will find a way, as I always seem to do. I have no choice, as I am, and will always be the Princess of my new world.

  UMMER WAS HARD, but never in a million years had I thought the beginning of my third year at Dragonia Academy would be harder.

  I had a new schedule, again, one that would instruct new riders on how to connect with their dragons. The only plus side to this was that I was sharing classes with Becky and Sammy again.

  To make matters worse, I was now being forced, this time by the two ruling kingdoms, to sit with King Helmut and King Caleb to discuss Paegeia’s projects. The royals ran a couple of charities, which Queen Margerite loved, and from that money they found ways to help the less fortunate or fund a project that would produce enough income to sustain their charity work. But not all of those projects were good. Some of these projects were dodgy, and they were conducted on the other side of the world. So every Wednesday and Thursday after school, I was either taken to Tith or Areeth to sit with them and just talk politics.

  Blake was still missing, for more than two months to be exact, and if not for his love of booze, I would have thought he was lying in a ditch somewhere without a heartbeat.

  Whenever he consumed too much alcohol, well, it was the only time that he ‘tuned in’ and actually spoke to me inside my head, a conversation that was only meant for us. But it was usually vulgar, dirty and always below the belt, and far from the truth as I know he hated my guts, but for some reason it was the opposite whenever he was drunk. It was the only time he really wanted me.

  He was my Dent. A bond so strong that it actually made people who had to watch it on a daily basis want to puke. Becky, my best friend, shared a Dent with her dragon, George, who was a Moon-Bolt. The kind who could see into the future as they aged.

  I remembered how he’d loathed her those first couple of weeks after she claimed him. It was before he’d Dented. And when he finally went through the process, a process that no one can explain because the stupid idiot will not reveal it to any living soul, he’d become like her shadow. A limb which she couldn’t function without and her soul mate. They drove everyone around them nuts with the way they stared at one another, giggling and cooing sweet words in each other’s ears.

  It was unnatural, not the real kind of love I’d once shared with Lucian, the Prince of Tith. To me it was a spell that these dragons were put under. It wasn’t something I treasured the way the rest of Paegeia did.

  Sammy and Dean, one of Lucian’s best friends, had fallen in love in our second year. When I’d started to show signs that I was close to ascending, we actually thought about teaming up, but then Paul, a Wyvern, came into the picture and said he was my dragon. After that she and Dean had made it official and they became a team. They didn’t share a Dent but they were really close.

  “Elena.” Sir Edward called my name and I cringed. Shit, not paying attention in these classes was surely going to make me fail all of them.

  I cleared my throat and looked at him questioningly.

  “You’re free to go,” he said and I narrowed my eyes not knowing where it was I should go.

  “For heaven’s sake.” Becky spoke softly, but everyone laughed, as the entire class had super hearing abilities. “Master Longwei, the Council.”

  “Oh.” I started to pull all my stationery and my books together and put them into my backpack, closed the flap, and got up.

  “Thank you, Sir Edward.”

  He gave me that look, the one that told me he was seriously concerned about my lack of concentration lately, and nodded.

  I walked as fast as I could out of the Magical Variances class and ran to the office where Master Longwei was waiting for me.

  I pulled hard at the oak door. I remembered when it’d felt like a regular door, but my strength was one of the first things that’d
left me when Cara died, and also one of the things that I’d never gotten back after I claimed Blake. I missed my strength.

  Master Longwei was already waiting for me at the dragon statue inside the lobby.

  There was no time to change into something more adequate to meet the Ancients, but they needed to get used to who I was.

  Ever since those horrible three weeks of summer learning – no, let me rephrase – forcing everything about Paegeia down my throat, I’d refused to become this dressed up doll whenever the Ancients or Council wanted a word with me.

  Master Longwei gave me a slightly raised eyebrow and glanced at his watch.

  “Yeah, I know. I’m late. Sorry. I forgot about the Ancients.”

  “Elena, you cannot….”

  “I know.” I sounded irritated. I just hated everything about being the princess because I really sucked at it still.

  THE CARRIAGE FLIGHT felt like five minutes and then we were at Town Hall in Elm, where the Ancients were going to meet with us.

  Since my dragon refused to Dent, we’d had to come up with something to keep our connection at bay in some cases.

  In the history of Paegeia, no Dent had a connection between dragon and rider this strong. Whenever Blake was beaten, as he was still dark and had evil urges, a process that was on hold until he Dented, I automatically went through the beatings as well, ending up with slashes as long as the width of my back. We only discovered this a couple of weeks back when I’d dreamt about Emanuel, King Helmut’s dragon and a really good friend, getting beaten, which then turned into Blake and eventually became my own beating, which nobody could stop. Not even Constance with her magic healing touch.

  Master Longwei, bless his mind, put two and two together really fast, even if it did sound far-fetched, and phoned Sir Robert to stop beating Blake to a pulp. It took weeks to heal and to be honest I think I still had the scars on my back to prove it.

  This bond was so not frawsome at this stage.

  The connection was messed up, but it was one I had to deal with.

 
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