Soul of the Dragon
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Authors: Natalie J. Damschroder
Soul of the Dragon
by Natalie J. Damschroder
Soul of the Dragon
Copyright © 2012 by Natalie J. Damschroder
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.
This book is dedicated to Dakota, for the original idea when she was three years old.
You inspire me every single day.
Table of Contents
Alexa Ranger knew when she was three years old that one day she’d meet a dragon. A gold one.
So when he materialized out of the mist in the deserted back alleys of whatever North Suck-istan war zone she was in, she didn’t scream. Of course, a well-trained spy wouldn’t scream anyway. Not that her training had included dragons. But her dreams had, for years. He’d been so real. So solid and huge and gleaming.
Just like the one in front of her.
“It is time, Alexa.”
She blinked in the dimness, ignoring his words. Instead, she approached slowly, reached out a hand, and pressed it to him. His breath sighed out, almost human in its emotion. Emotion that was echoed in her own sigh.
He was flesh. The scales were soft, pliable, though she knew they protected him like Kevlar protected a cop. They flexed with each breath he drew. His long neck flowed as he swung his head around to look at her. Their eyes met, his gold and as deep as the universe. But she recognized him, this old friend.
“Time for what?” She glanced behind her. It was time to get out of there, was what it was time for. She’d miss her extraction window, lose what she’d come here to obtain, and probably get caught and imprisoned. Not her favorite option. But if he left, she might lose
him
. Again.
The dragon’s claws scraped on the cobblestones. The sound echoed around them. “There is much to discuss. Much to do. But we must go.”
A thrill surged through her at the thought of riding the beast. But she couldn’t go. “I have work to finish,” she told him, and then, without considering the consequences, she added, “Tell me where to meet you.”
The dragon was ready. He gave her coordinates that she memorized immediately.
“I don’t know when I’ll be there,” she cautioned.
“I shall await you.” Then he crouched and leaped into the air, disappearing so fast he left her to wonder if she’d gone insane.
She had a hard time concentrating on the rest of the mission. Her colleagues kept giving her odd looks, and her boss seemed ready to dump her. With effort, Alexa focused on finishing the job.
Once they’d flown home and debriefed, she spent a final hour struggling with her resignation letter. By the time she set it on Rock Davis’s desk he, and everyone else, had left the offices of GenCom, the private espionage firm she worked for. That was fine with her. Goodbyes would necessitate explanations, and she had none. Just something she’d been waiting for her entire life but could never describe to them in a million years.
Alexa stored what she could of her gear and supplies in her Hummer, moved everything else to storage, and closed her apartment. She pinpointed the coordinates he’d given her as a forested region of Canada. It meant several days of travel, time she chafed at wasting, and time for her to think about how nuts it was to be doing this.
Except she’d touched him.
She remembered being about three years old and watching a hulking, graceful shape descend outside her bedroom window. Remembered opening that window and leaning out to talk to a creature who somehow looked her in the eye, despite standing two stories below.
It could have been imaginary. Adult Alexa could never decide if she’d made up the dragon or dreamed him. He’d been her nighttime companion until she was about twelve, then revisited her in dreams that remained vivid but vague. He’d told her stories of romance and tragedy, curses and destiny.
That was the reason she became a spy. She needed a job that would take her all over the world and give her the skills she needed for the quest he’d told her she would go on one day. Though she loved her job, had been good at it, and had dismissed the dreams as just that and foolish to boot, she’d never stopped looking for the dragon.
The dashboard GPS beeped and she slowed the truck, looking for a place to pull off the deserted road. Apprehension took root in her gut. A short appearance in the middle of the night wasn’t conclusive, but now she’d confront him in daylight. She hoped. If she wasn’t insane.
“I’ll know the truth soon enough,” she muttered, hefting her backpack and turning on the handheld GPS unit she’d brought with her.
A short while later she moved cautiously through the trees, approaching a cave at the far side of a glade. She held her hand near her one weapon, a
Taser she hoped would buy her time to melt into the underbrush if this was an ambush. Standing still, she slowly tucked the GPS unit away, her eyes leaping back and forth from the trees to the dark entrance to the cave. She held her breath.
He was here.
Her heart thudded once, twice, in slow motion. The sun setting behind her penetrated deep into the cave and glinted off his scales.
Instead of approaching she called his name, Cyrgyn, with the pronunciation,
Keer-jin
, he had taught her when she was a child.
“Alexa.”
The voice was rich and deep with a hint of roughness that spoke of flame. It made Alexa think of knights and honor and destiny. And foolishness, but she didn’t care. She stepped into the cave, forgetting her training as she went oblivious to her surroundings. There was only him.
* * *
At last.
The dragon closed his eyes as she reached him. It had been days since he showed himself to her, days that convinced him she would not come. The world was so different now, so unbelieving of the fantastic. He’d been her companion in childhood, but much had happened since to change her.
Alexa’s presence brought him hope, but with hope came pain. For three lifetimes they’d failed in their quest. For three lifetimes Alexa had died alone, fighting to save her heartmate. This was their last chance. That knowledge stung Cyrgyn’s heart like a million needles. But that was not the worst of it. Though Alexa knew him, had “dreamed” of him, she had only done so for thirty years. Cyrgyn remembered every moment of her three lifetimes, of their shared history, their victories and failures, their love and loss. Alexa remembered nothing. That, he believed, would be the strongest obstacle to their success.
He swallowed his despair and lowered his snout toward the fire ring in the center of the
cave. “The sun sets. You must prepare for night. Tomorrow we will begin.”
Alexa backed up and looked around, surreptitiously swiping her hand under her eye. “I’ve gotta get my gear first. I’ll be right back.”
Before Cyrgyn could stop her, she strode into the clearing. He let out yet another sigh. This Alexa was much more headstrong than before. He reminded himself it was now the twenty-first century. Women ruled their own lives and controlled their own destinies. Though he missed the woman he had loved, he realized Alexa’s strength and determination could contribute only good to their quest. For the first time, he wondered if they might succeed.
Alexa returned, burdened with baggage and wood. She dumped the latter into the fire pit and arranged the rest against the wall of the cave. From a large steel frame she pulled a green bedroll and fluffy pillow, which she tossed onto the stone floor, then left the cave before returning with another armload. Cyrgyn felt a pang that he had not prepared for her comfort, though she obviously could do so on her own. He had tried hard over the last century to change his mindset. He must consider Alexa a full partner in their quest. He could not take on the role of protector this time. For in the past, it had been their downfall.