The Dragon’S Tears

By Chris Headon

What do you want me to do? ten year old Saoirse (Sayr-sha) found herself asking the beautiful dragon Dchas (Dhoh-khuss). The answer sent her on a series of dangerous adventures. Will she find the stolen tears? Will she free the trapped children? How will she get back to her father?

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Jun 21, 2017
• ISBN: 9781524682620

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Published by AuthorHouse      20/06/17

ISBN: 978-1-5246-8260-6 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5246-8262-0 (e)

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Contents

1 Where The Wren Led

2 The Dragon

3 In Search Of The Dragon

4 The Quest

5 The Holy Book

6 The Southern Sea

7 Into The Deep

8 The Frozen North

9 Into The Glacier

10 Over The Edge

11 The Western Heights

12 The Top Of The World

13 On Eagle’s Wings

14 Return To The Dragon

15 Into The Giant’s Lair

16 Rescue

17 Homecoming

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1

WHERE THE WREN LED

The sun streamed through the early morning mist as I picked my way along the path beside my dad. The tall trees towered above me, waving their huge branches to the rhythm of the cool spring breeze. Far beyond us we could hear the rattling of a woodpecker on the trunk of some distant tree. A small rabbit bounced across the leaf-strewn path in front of us and disappeared under an old fallen log. A tiny brown wren sat singing sweetly on a branch high above. I watched, entranced by his song, and as I did he flew off through the tangle of trees.

I loved these mornings with my dad. He was always full of fascinating information about the birds, the flowers, the trees… I learnt so much from him, and I had much more fun than I ever could have with my friends.

I stopped again to watch the wren. He had re-appeared on a lower branch ahead of me. I crept towards him. Each time I felt I was within touching distance he fluttered a little further ahead. It was as if he wanted me to follow. Suddenly, right in front of me, he disappeared into a huge opening in the trunk of an enormous ancient oak tree. Automatically I found myself following him. I couldn’t see him in the darkness but I could feel a gentle breeze coming from somewhere ahead of me. I felt my way carefully forwards into the blackness. As I moved my hands through the cool air in front of my face I realised that the light was changing. Black was turning to grey and then to a brightness that hurt my eyes. I blinked in the sunlight. Where could I be? There were tall, broad tree trunks all around me. It felt like I had come a long way inside the tree. Surely no trunk could be as thick as that! Was this even the same wood?

As the thoughts and questions tumbled around my head, I heard a noise in the distance. It was not a sound I expected to hear but above the rustling of tiny new leaves in the branches overhead came a thundering of hooves. I crouched back into a bush to watch. Two horses seemed to be galloping my way. I turned to run out of their path and back through the tree. It wasn’t in sight! There were so many trees; I couldn’t see mine! As the horses approached I tried to hide again. Too late! A strange man wearing chain mail and carrying a threatening bow and a quiver full of arrows, caught sight of me and shouted. I stood petrified, as he and his equally frightening friend stopped beside me. With one swift action he reached down and lifted me into the saddle in front of him. Immediately we were off at a gallop. I hadn’t a clue where we were going. I was so scared I couldn’t even scream.

We thundered on for what seemed like hours until, as the closeness of the trees began to thin, I could see open countryside. Nearby the fields were lush and green but further afield there were smooth hills. Beyond those towered rocky mountains. Near the foot of the nearest of the hills was the only building in sight – an impressive castle. Something inside told me that this was where we were headed. As we approached I