The Dragel's Song III

By Chera Carmichael

Neilson Hewitt has the weirdest luck in all the realms. His wings are giving him trouble again, but at least he's taken the first dose of prescribed elixir to help renegerate his absent magic. He discovers there's more to Calida than meets the eye, when Dexter Baronsworth comes to fetch him for a private meeting. Neil's in for a crash-course on everything dragel as he meets the Baronsworth Circle. Upon learning of his mission mentor, the tables turn in Neil's favor. If his luck holds, the Baronsworth Circle will be powerful allies. If it doesn't--he's pretty sure there's no way he'll survive this year.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chera Carmichael
• Release date: Aug 11, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310735608

Chera Carmichael

Chera Carmichael (Scioneeris), is known for her love of dragons and writing.

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The Dragel’s Song

Neilson Hewitt, Episode Three

by

Chera Carmichael

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The Dragel’s Song

Neilson Hewitt, Episode Three

Copyright © 2014 Chera Carmichael

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to real life individuals, places or situations are purely coincidental. All images used to create the cover were taken from the public domain under the creative commons license.

Acknowledgements: Special thanks to my fans, Betas, Proofreaders and everyone who made my dragel story into the success that it is. You made a writer’s dream come true and this is my thanks to you. Enjoy the read!

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Work was terrible, but he survived until the unbearable harness could be peeled from his sweaty shoulders. Strangely enough, it had helped to be higher up than walking around on the ground, but Neil didn’t like thinking about details like that. It reminded him that his current, inhuman state was likely there for keeps.

Jamal waved to him as he signed out for the day and swiped his ID card to collect the earned currency. It was enough to cover some basic meal tickets and the new textbook for Magical Arts Theory. He sniffled and coughed his way to the dorms, grumbling to himself over the lack of magic. Jamal’s spell had helped, but his magic was different and it left Neil feeling itchy and annoyed. By the time his shift was over, all he wanted was to be back at his dorm.

The delivery from MedBay awaited him when Neil finally returned to his dorm.

Packaged in the traditional confidential envelope with security seals plastered all around it, he could tell that it had arrived exactly as it was supposed to. Few people cared to mess with official missives and Healers’ prescriptions. Neil scooped it out of the drop box and fumbled with the packaging as he locked the door behind him. He made sure to engage the usual ‘do not disturb’ function that would grant him a little bit of extra privacy. It was a small, glass phial, with a dark purple liquid shimmering inside, occasional flecks of gold visible to the naked eye.

He shook the phial a few times and held it up to the dim light of his dorm room. It didn’t change at all.

Tossing it on the bed, he began to shuck off his clothes, heading for the refresher. His back, shoulders and neck ached something fierce. He’d worked an extra hour to make up for his absence the previous day and in hopes that it would help his paycheck to at least be decent after taxes and whatnot came out of it.

It took a handful of minutes before he stood underneath a steady shower of warm water, head braced against the damp tiles, willing his aches and pains to wash away.

That turned out to be the wrong trigger, because the hot water only served to make him