Mykal Elyot: Journey to Drakos

By Suni Blue

Let me introduce you to Mykal Elyot:

Mykal has lived most of his life in hiding. Mykals been forced to live in a cave, under a tree, in an alien world the world of humans. You see, Mykal is a dragon a dragon who happens to a prince, who should be a king, in a world hes never known. So, whats a dragon to do?

Enter John, Leisha, and Waco, three humans with dragon-sized hearts. Can they persuade Mykal to return and rule over a world hes never known?

A dive through a magic portal, is easy enough. But suddenly Leishas plunging - headfirst - straight down into the heart of a volcano!

Well, that definitely wasnt part of her plan, nor was facing fire spewing, rock-melting dragons, and certainly not dragging nosy-neighbor Waco along!

Why dont these things ever happen as planned?

Will our human trio, be able to survive in this, dragon-eat-dragon world? A place where they could easily be ... the next meal?

Find out as they journey through a world of enchanting beauty, ghost dragons, carnivorous flowers, rocks that snap at toes, and fish that spit!

Fly along with them in the first half of their exciting quest, to help Mykal the dragon-who-should-be-king in Mykal Elyot: Journey to Drakos.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 24, 2006
• ISBN: 9781469109435

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Copyright © 2006 by Suni Blue.

Story and Illustrations by Suni Blue

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Contents

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

—TRAPPED—

CHAPTER TWO

—MOSTLY DIMAR—

CHAPTER THREE

—MEMORY STONES—

CHAPTER FOUR

—SURVIVAL—

CHAPTER FIVE

—THE MAGIC PORTAL—

CHAPTER SIX

—EARTH SURFING—

CHAPTER SEVEN

—‘THE BEAR-CAT’—

CHAPTER EIGHT

—THEY’RE COMING—

CHAPTER NINE

—VOICES FROM BEYOND—

EPILOGUE

Dedication

To all of my children, step-children, grandchildren, and foster children;

Thank you for the many wonderful things you’ve taught me, the worlds full of imagination you’ve inspired me to explore, and for your bedtime allergies, which brought Mykal Elyot to life.

And a special thank you goes to my cheerleader, my own Mr. Blue, who reminded me to chase my own dreams.

Sincerely,

Suni Blue

Character List

~ the humans ~

Leisha Michelle Stanley (12 years of age)

John Ellis Stanley (14 years of age)

Ginger Alayne Stanley—Mom

Brandon Christopher Stanley—Dad

Walter (Waco) James Smith—neighbor to the Stanleys

Nira—a girl of the Cawaneyan tribe (11 years of age)

Tekom—Nira’s twin brother

Koa—Nira’s oldest brother

Yaeta—Nira’s best friend

Francis Elliot Tremayne—youth (16 years of age)

~ the dragons ~

Mykal Elyot

Myka—Mykal’s father

Chalia—Mykal’s mother

King Sar—Myka’s father

Queen Ayla—Myka’s Mother

Shua—Mykal’s uncle

Eren—Chalia’s servant

Others

Mini—the family cat

Ekoo – a small bear/cat-like creature from Drakos

PROLOGUE 

While the earth lay shivering beneath a thin frosty veil, a young prince tossed back and forth in his warm bed. An all-too-familiar, angry voice echoed in his mind.

WELL, WHERE IS SHE? it growled. And did you find the prince?

Breathless, and weary from his long, swift journey, the captain struggled to maintain the rigid stance required from one in the presence of a superior officer. Especially one with such great power, yet little tolerance for failure.

He swallowed hard and replied, Sire . . . we followed her . . . as best we could . . . but we lost her trail . . . at The Forbidden Mountain—

IMBECILE! the voice bellowed. Didn’t I tell you to find her and bring me that . . . that . . . prince-ling?

The pacing officer stopped abruptly and spun around to face the young captain, who gave a startled gasp.

Leaning slightly forward, the officer’s piercing eyes had an unsettling glimmer. He sneered, and grumbled, Didn’t I tell you not to return without him?

The captain’s heavy breathing evolved into shivering, and he cast his eyes downward.

The superior officer resumed his pacing, but this time in a slow, tightening circle around the frozen captain, whose eyes followed the captain’s feet.

As his superior drew dangerously near, the captain took a quick shallow breath and began pleading. But sire, surely the Guardians of the Mountain will finish—

Nothing! They will finish nothing! The larger dragon slammed his tail down and snorted loudly. Through gritted teeth, he continued. You, my dear captain, underestimate her.

The captain gulped and began to perspire. He took a deep breath and tried to steel his muscles. He turned his thoughts to happier moments, moments with his family.

With each with new step, the commanding voice lowered, until it was a chilling whisper. And you . . . my incompetent captain . . . underestimate me.

The captain felt a sudden rush of adrenaline and nausea, for he realized his superior had stopped pacing and had fallen silent, directly behind him. Swallowing hard, he squeezed his eyes tightly shut and locked his jaw. But, try as he might, he could not contain the sounds that soon filled the cold, dark tunnels of the underground kingdom.

The young prince bolted straight up, in a cold sweat and breathless, the scream still echoing in his young mind. Yes, he was still alone in his own bed, in his own cave. He flopped back down into the warmth, whimpering softly. Dreaming! How he hated dreaming! How he wished his mother were here with him, holding him close and telling him everything would be all right, telling him It was just a dream, and all over with, now. Wiping his eyes, he stared at the ceiling, counted every stone and pebble he could, and waited. For sleep would certainly come again, eventually, as it always did after such dreams.

CHAPTER ONE 

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—TRAPPED—

Dragons are not difficult to believe in, even the large, magical kind, if you come snout to snout with one. Most sensible people believe that dragons are not even real. However, if they did exist, they would probably live in some place mystical; a cloud-covered cave high on the side of a mountain. Or in a steamy, deep tunnel, hidden somewhere in the darkest of forests. But, not this dragon. No, this dragon lived in the middle of a busy human world, hidden by his ability to become invisible. Not all dragons have this gift. And though living among humans may have been essential to his very survival, still, it was not by his choice. For you see, this dragon was a prince in exile.

Now, there was one more thing that made this dragon unusual, for he had some of the most unlikely friends a dragon could have, humans. Living somewhere between innocence, mischief, and wisdom, these youths would soon prove themselves to be . . . a dragon’s best friends . . .

John, you’re doing that on purpose! yelled Leisha, dashing to retrieve the soccer ball that had flown far to the side of her—too far—for the fifth time in a row.

What? What did I do? Shrugging his shoulders, John’s short copper-colored hair glistened in the sun, almost as bright as the twinkle in his green eyes.

You know what! stormed his sister, with hands on hips. Her long blond curls flying in the breeze looked frighteningly alive, while those icy blue eyes could give a nasty case of frostbite.

A calico cat, named Mini, lay curled in the tall grasses beneath Leisha’s bedroom window. She turned her head toward her mistress’s raised voice and then returned to her slumber.

"Oh, all right. But, I don’t really do soccer—remember?" John sighed and glanced at his watch. Just a few more minutes of this, he thought.

Right now, he’d rather be somewhere else—almost anywhere else. He detested outside sports. He just didn’t seem to be any good at them. He always ended up hot and sweaty, with everyone yelling at him. But, unfortunately, his mother had the talent—and authority—for persuasion, so here he was kicking a soccer ball. But he didn’t have to be thrilled about it.

Okay, Mr. Innocent, here it comes! Leisha sneered as she carefully calculated the angle and distance to send her brother a rocketing ball.

John reasoned he probably deserved this, since he secretly had hoped a few bad kicks might end his torture. He nervously blocked and caught the ball speeding straight for his head.

His sister looked quite pleased with her aim. It was definitely improving, especially with the proper motivation.

Amused, John attempted a more reasonable serve. Unfortunately, John’s lack of athletic talents shined brilliantly. It was an off-center strike, and the ball veered far to the left, just out of his sister’s reach, again.

Flying high across the yard, the renegade ball bounced off the tall, wood fence, ricocheted downward, and rolled into a thick pile of leaves left over from last fall. Those leaves came from a huge old tree in the corner of their yard; a tree so enormous it gave shade to three yards, not just one. Heavy with thick green-gray foliage, its boughs hung low and sometimes brushed the bare ground with their tips.

Leisha had purposefully skipped raking there. She had often seen several ugly lizards hiding themselves among the large protruding roots. A very immature brother had once deposited one of the creatures inside her shirt when she was just a tender age of five. She shivered as she remembered feeling tiny feet run up and down her body. At the time, she thought she would never stop screaming, nor trust her brother, ever again. Now the soccer ball was somewhere in those leaves, probably with the roots . . . and the lizards.

John! Leisha thundered, and spun around to fetch once more.

Raising both hands in a gesture of innocence, John blurted, It was an accident—really! I didn’t mean to! This time. Besides, a good soccer player is supposed to be able to return anything, right?

As he stood impatiently waiting, Leisha trotted to the tree and peered through the curtain of leaves. Her sharp eyes scanned each direction, watching for movement. Then, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, she entered the shady realm. Making her way around the tree, she began praying all the slimy little creatures were out to lunch. Spying the ball deep in its leafy crater, she carefully stepped only on the roots, as she moved toward it. Still worried about telling the difference between lizards and dark leaves, Leisha addressed the tree. Balancing while leaning on the rough trunk, she awkwardly twisted, stretched and reached down for the ball, grumbled to herself, This is . . . a little too much shade . . . for my taste, tree. If you could just . . . open your—

But, she never finished that sentence. Something strange was happening beneath her hand. Still bent over, she jerked her hand away, and fell forward, right into the small mound of leaves on top of the ball. She stifled a cry.

Back outside, in the world of sunshine, John was losing patience. Leisha, he called, Come on! What’s taking so long? He checked his watch, tapped his foot, and wondered what his friends were doing. Wiping his brow, he squinted up at the fluffy clouds, momentarily covering the sun, and called a little more firmly, Leisha Michelle! No answer. He stared at the curtain of long leaves, watching for any movement. You know, this really is so . . . fun, but I do have other things to do today, he said, sarcastically. Still, no reply.

As he checked his watch again, he noticed Mini was sitting up on her haunches and staring, quite intently, at the tree. She seemed to be trying to focus her large green eyes, while her tail was shivering with excitement. What’s up with her? he wondered, and sauntered toward the low-hanging branches. Parting them, he called once more, but Leisha was nowhere in sight. He turned his eyes upward, and scanned the thick, dark boughs, in case she might be hiding there, but saw no one. He circled around to the cool shadows behind the tree. His foot suddenly froze in mid-step. There, in the