The Tarragon Trilogy

By Karlie Lucas

Long ago, the dragons created the Key Keepers and Dragon Mages to help protect the world against the Revenants. Desiring more power, the Mage Circle, a corrupt group of mages, rose up in rebellion against them. After a bloody battle, the Keepers were exiled and the dragons were imprisoned inside the Mountain. The Kaida, the true leader of the mages, disappeared.
Hundreds of years later, Anwen Porter seeks to fulfill her father's dying wish by traveling to the Drakonii Mountains. There, she uncovers an age-old prophecy regarding the release of the dragons and the one who will restore balance to the world. Now Anwen must race to unravel all the clues and discover a hidden power from within because the Revenants are coming and they will stop at nothing to destroy the world.
Tarragon tells of the epic quest bequeathed to Anwen by birthright, and those friends who help her along the way: the mysterious Tyler; Courtney, the village flirt; and Walter, the military veteran.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Karlie Lucas
• Release date: Nov 1, 2021
• ISBN: 9781948028226

Karlie Lucas

Karlie Lucas is a preschool teacher by day and a writer/artist by night.A graduate of Southern Utah University, Karlie received a B.A. in Creative Writing, with a minor in art. She is a member of Sigma Tau Delta, The International English Honor Society, as well as ANWA, the American Night Writers Association.Karlie is interested in all things magical and mysterious, especially elves and dragons. She is an avid fan of J.R.R. Tolkien and J.K. Rowling.When not writing, Karlie can often be found drawing, baking, watching her favorite old school shows, or just spending time with her family.She currently resides in Dallas, Texas with her husband and a cat named Kally.

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chapter One

ANWEN STARED OUT THE DIRTY window of the Volkswagen bus as it climbed the longest stretch yet. So far the scenery didn't leave much to the imagination. Especially not when she compared it to the descriptions from her great grandmother’s diary. Yet again, she had to remind herself to slow down and remember they’d only just left the valley below.

She'd arrived in Blaucii on the Express only the day before. The city had been nice, full of the latest conveniences. And the hotel she'd stayed at had been more than welcoming.

The place she was going to now was pretty much guaranteed to have a less modern take on life. She wasn’t excited about that. Already, she missed the warm beds and restaurants the city had to offer. Not to mention the transportation hub in the major parts of the city. She was sure they wouldn't have that in the Village.

The low scrub hills blurred together as she thought about the previous stretch of her journey, the most enjoyable so far. The bullet train from Tawny Falls had held every modern convenience. It also had the most comfortable arrangements Anwen had ever experienced. She’d felt a little sad to bid the roomy Express goodbye. But she'd exchanged it for the less than ideal confines of the much older vehicle she now rode in. She tried to convince herself that it would all be worth it in the end.

Trying to find a more comfortable position on the depleted cushioning, she shifted her weight to one side. With a sigh, she gave up on the attempt and pulled out the diary, now much dog-eared and worn from constant reading. It was not hard to find the precise passage she wanted.

"I look forward to the time when we will see the Village of Lindwyrm once more, and the mountains of the Drakonii Range. Therein sits the ancient city of Tarragon, home of the Keepers. Though I have never seen it with my own eyes, I can picture it as if I had just been there. The mountains rise majestically all around. The sapphire blue waters of Lake Wyvern shimmer across the way, keeping sentinel over the Sacred Island.

We Porters were once the Keepers of this place, living in a city of stone, the likes of which no one has seen in so many years. It is there that I hope, one day, to return, as we are destined to do. One day."

Closing her eyes, Anwen shut the book. Her thumb traced the outline of the dragon pressed into the leather front of the book. The dragon's wings spread majestically above its turned head. Its tail wrapped around itself at the bottom, almost making a figure eight. She opened her eyes to mentally trace the pattern.

Noticing a subtle change in scenery, she looked out the window once more. Unable to place the exact difference, she pulled out the map she’d purchased down in the valley and set it in her lap. She tried to follow the thin line representing the road but wasn’t sure where to start. She hadn't paid too much attention to their progress.

A pale, slender arm reached across the map and pointed at a bend in the line, causing Anwen to look up in surprise. It took her a moment to register that the young man who'd been sitting by her the whole time had finally moved. He'd sat as silent as a stone the entire ride. Asleep. Or so she'd thought. But his finger now pointed out their exact location on the marked paper, making her wonder.

I believe we’re about here, he said in a warm tone.

Anwen looked back down at the location he’d pointed to and nodded, trying not to appear as flustered as she felt. I think you’re right.

She looked up again to thank him, but paused as her hazel eyes met his brilliant blue ones. She noted his light brown hair and clear complexion. After realizing she was being rude, she shook her head, a faint blush forming across her cheeks. Sorry. I didn't mean to stare.

He smiled. It’s all right. I get that reaction a lot, especially from people who don’t know me. He held out his hand, gratified when she took it. Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Tyler Durand. And you are?

Trying not to blush even more, Anwen shook his smooth-skinned hand. Without thinking, she responded with her real name. Anwen, Anwen Porter. Her fingers slid from his with a sort of reluctance, breaking contact. Do you come this way often? She winced at her own question.

Tyler laughed in amusement. You might say something along those lines is true. What about yourself? Do you… come this way often? His eyes sparkled in the sunlight as the bus crested one of the many lower lying hills of the Drakonii Range.

Anwen shook her head, her auburn hair falling to conceal her embarrassment. She looked up at, not his eyes, but his mouth. Looking into his eyes was dangerous. It made her stomach feel funny. No, it’s my first time. I guess you could say I’m trying to connect with my roots.

Ah. Tyler nodded. Yes, trees must establish firm roots if they are to grow. Visiting such roots only tends to strengthen them. Especially if one is willing to overcome the adversities of finding those roots, difficult as that task may be.

Anwen blinked in confusion and clutched at the diary. Do you always talk in riddles?

Tyler glanced out the window for a brief moment before looking into her eyes. Only to those who intrigue me.

Oh. Her heart beat like a jackhammer. It played a staccato so loud the driver could probably hear it, even though they sat all the way on the back row of the dilapidated bus.

Tyler shifted in his seat so he could look at her with greater ease. He crossed his arms over his chest as he surveyed the fair skinned girl in front of him. You’re definitely not from around this region, he explained. I would know. But you have a familiar feeling of ‘belonging’ to you that I like. Few tourists have that.

Anwen decided to fold the map up and put it back in her bag, trying to ignore the attention she was getting from this complete stranger. I’ll bet you say that to all the girls who come visit.

He tilted his head back in thought, a faraway look in his eyes. To be honest, no. You’re the first I’ve met in a long time who’s felt like that... He trailed off, looking troubled. Or maybe it was more thoughtful.

Anwen pursed her lips and slid the diary next to the map in her bag. Well then, I guess that’s not a bad thing, is it?

Arms still crossed, Tyler leaned back against the seat. No. But if I were you, I’d catch a nap while you still can. You might not get another chance before reaching the Village. After all, tonight is a festival night. With that, he closed his eyes. His chest rose and fell with a hypnotic rhythm. The seat creaked a bit as the bus continued to climb the winding mountain road.

Anwen wasn’t sure if he really was asleep or just faking, but decided to take his advice. She didn’t know what kind of festival he meant, nor did she care. Even with the niceties of the bullet train, it had been hard to sleep. The simple truth was it wasn't her bed, not that the cushioned back seat was any better, but it would do. Holding her bag close, she closed her eyes and let herself drift with the passing clouds overhead.

The small bus stopped with a jerk and Anwen almost fell out of her seat. There were no seatbelts, not even for the driver. She braced her feet as she clutched at her bag, the leather buckling under her tense fingers. She looked around, disoriented and unsure of where she was. After a moment, she relaxed as she recognized the faded paisley pattern of the seat covers in front of her.

Good morning, sleepy head, Tyler smiled. That was quite some nap you had there. I almost wondered if I’d have to wake you. Wouldn't want you to miss what’s around the next bend.

Anwen blinked the sleep from her eyes and tried to peer through the cloudy windows. They needed to wash the glass, she thought for the umpteenth time. What’s up ahead, she asked, taking the bait.

Tyler let out a bemused chuckle. Only our final destination, the Village of Lindwyrm. We’re almost there. He pointed towards the slight rise ahead of them where the road bent to the left and went behind a projection of rock. The driver had to let the ol’ beast have a moment. That last climb was a steep one.

Anwen looked behind them, out the much clearer rear window, and almost gasped in amazement at the view below. We came up that?

The road snaked back down the way they’d come. It became lost in the various twists and turns as it followed the natural contours of the mountain range. Just below their current location, the road bent steeply down. It reminded her of a roller coaster’s first downhill descent.

Tyler was laughing at her now. You’d be surprised what this ol’ beast can do, he said, patting the interior wall like it was a favored pet. Believe me when I say she’s seen much worse.

Releasing the death grip on her bag, Anwen shook her head. You make it sound like you own this heap of junk.

Hey now! Tyler gave her an admonishing look. Ol’ Bess and I've known each other for years. She just needs a rest after such a steep climb.

At that moment, the front door opened and the driver got back in his seat. He had grease and oil staining his hands despite the cloth he used to try and wipe the excess off with.

See? Now she’s had a drink, we’ll be back on our way. Tyler flashed an affectionate smile.

The driver put the vehicle in gear and it chugged ahead once more. They headed towards the last turn in the road at a pace that almost felt snail-like. Anwen couldn’t help but lean forward. She couldn't wait to see the fabled Village, the only real settlement inside this part of the mountains.

Tyler almost smirked as the bus rounded the bend, revealing the first few houses of the fairy tale Village. Most of the houses were brick and stone and had been there for some time. They had brightly colored roofs with wooden planks used as tiles. Vines grew up the sides of most of the structures, with lattice worked shutters and flower boxes.

Anwen held her breath as they drove down what had to be the busiest section of town. They passed dozens and dozens of quaint little shops and buildings. Some were made from wooden slabs. Others were made out of more traditional brick and stone, but with bright colored panels and facades. The picket fences between the buildings were a nice touch, she thought, wondering if she'd somehow gone back in time. If it weren't for the other cars on the road, she might have thought they'd been transported to a different era.

Up ahead is City Hall, Tyler said, pointing out the multi-storied brick building. The festivities will start there, then move down to the Quad, which is that grassy area behind the Hall. They usually start with a speech from the mayor or elected guest. See, they've already started setting up the picnic tables and chairs. That's the part worth going to, not the speech.

Anwen nodded. She noted several booths had also been set up, along with long lines of tables waiting for food to be placed on them. Must be some celebration, she commented as they passed by the field.

Tyler nodded. It's the first full moon of the summer season, which is a big deal to the locals. They call it the Dragon Moon. So this is for the Festival of the Dragon Moon, or the Dragon Moon Festival, whichever you prefer.

She nodded, mentally rolling her eyes. Because these are the Drakonii Mountains and Drakonii means dragon, right?

He smiled. That's right. It's an ancient name for the creatures of fable. And there's a long history associated with the lore, which started right here in this Village over a thousand years ago. So, you could say it's almost like celebrating the name day of these mountains and this Village. Legend has it that it was in this mountain range that the first dragon came forth into the mortal world.

Anwen tried not to laugh. He looked so serious, almost like he was telling a ghost story, eyes intense, body almost rigid. The first dragon? she asked, not sure if she gave in to this tale. Dragons lived in fantasy stories, not in real life.

Tyler shrugged. That's how the legend goes, or so they say. As for myself, the only dragons I've seen are these mountains and the boats they'll float down the river later on tonight.

The bus pulled up alongside a decorated curb, the engine idling. Last stop! the driver called as he got out and opened the side door. He began unloading the baggage, which had taken up the middle section. He took out boxes of supplies, along with one large suitcase, which belonged to Anwen.

Struggling to pull the handle out from the top of her luggage, Anwen noticed Tyler didn’t seem to have any bags of his own. He just had the jeans and t-shirt on his back. Don’t tell me you live here.

Tyler hoisted a box up onto one shoulder but turned at her question. Just think of me as the delivery boy and you’d have it just about right. After all, the supplies have to get up here somehow, right? He gave her a roguish grin and carried the box off towards a small store. Hotel’s that way, by the by. He paused to point across the street at a two-story brick building with blue-latticed windows.

Before Anwen could thank him for the directions, he was gone. The driver, having finished unloading the cargo, gave a wave from the front seat, and drove off in a cloud of exhaust. Heaving a sigh, she readjusted her leather carryall and grabbed the stubborn handle of her suitcase.

Looking both ways before crossing the street, she noted an absence of cars and took the offhand chance to cross. Reaching the other side, she admired the manicured lawn of the building she would call home base for the next week or so. With a lot more effort than she wanted to admit, she somehow managed to lug her baggage up the stone stairs leading to the front door. A gargoyle leered at her from around a large window in the entrance, its arms making the frame around the glass.

Anwen took a quick step back as she came face to face with the ugly brass guardian, then laughed at herself and pushed the door open. She had to pull her suitcase over the small bump between the stone outside and the wood flooring inside. A small bell jingled over the doorway as she entered.

Welcome! A well-proportioned woman with graying dark hair appeared almost out of nowhere. Let me help you with that. Before Anwen could protest, the older woman had the bag inside and sitting next to a wooden counter. Name’s Millard, she offered, now on the other side of the counter. Madame Millard. Do you have a reservation or are you just dropping by for a quick visit?

Anwen had to take a moment to process what had just happened. Either she was still tired, or Madame Millard was faster than she'd expected. Uh, reservation, she managed, under Anna Post. Her mother had insisted on her using a pseudonym while inside the Village, though she hadn’t exactly been given a reason. All she knew was that the family of Porter was not allowed inside the area, though she hoped to find out why.

Madame Millard flipped through a thick reservation book that looked around fifty years old. From her vantage, Anwen saw that most of the pages were bare. Post. Post. Ah. Here we are. Madame turned the book to face her guest and pointed to a blank line next to the reservation. Sign here, please.

Anwen took up a feathered pen from the metal cup next to the call bell and scribbled a signature. It was one she’d practiced on the train. She just hoped that telling Tyler her real name had not been a mistake. How could she have known he was a local? If he really was one. He might just be a delivery boy who knew the area.

The elderly woman turned the book back around and scrutinized the scribble for a moment. Looks like all is in order, and, if records tell truth, you already paid your share at the time of booking.

Anwen smiled half-heartedly at this, as Madame Millard glanced back at her for a moment. The money had been sent ahead, via wireless transfer, as had been requested. She didn’t have a charge card of any kind, nor would she have used one if she had.

Finally satisfied that all was as it should be, the large woman took down one of several keys on the wall behind her. We’ll put you in number three, she announced. It’s up the stairs and to the right. Best I show you and carry up this luggage for you. A scrawny thing like you can't lift it, I'm sure.

Anwen was about to protest that she wasn’t scrawny. Skinny, yes, but not scrawny. But the hotel manager had already grabbed the bag like it was a small sack of potatoes. She hauled it up the stairs without so much as a hesitation or sign of exertion. Anwen followed after her, the smaller bag smacking against her back as she hurried up the stairs. She arrived at the top just in time to see the older woman open a door and take the suitcase inside.

Madame Millard put the case on the bed with a mighty heave that seemed to take as little effort as throwing a pillow. There, now. It's a nice quiet room, with a nice view out yonder window. Looks out on the river. She moved to the curtains and pushed them aside. Dragon boats will float down there later tonight, all full of light for the full moon. Lucky time to come visit, during the Dragon Festival.

Anwen tried to smile in appreciation but it somehow fell flat. Thanks. I hear it’s really something. All she wanted, though, was to unpack and look things over. But the landlady wasn’t ready to leave.

Meals are included and are downstairs in the room off the front lobby. Serve up regular between eight and ten in the morning, noon to two, and five to seven at night. Miss them and you’re fending for yourself. No marking up anything inside the rooms, minus the paper provided for notes. And no stealing any of the articles in your room either. They’ve all been cataloged and you’ll be charged extra if any turn up missing at the end of your stay.

Anwen’s bag fell from her shoulder with a soft thud as it hit the bed, right next to her other luggage. Okay, she nodded. Why this lady thought it important to tell a seventeen-year-old girl that was beyond her. Especially one who had done a bit of traveling before. Not that the landlady knew that, but still. It felt like the proprietress was harping when she just wanted her to leave.

Madame Millard gave another look around the room, nodded in satisfaction, and moved to the door. We hope you enjoy your stay at the Dridi Inn and the Village of Lindwyrm. With that, she left the room, closing the door behind her.

Anwen heaved a sigh of relief. For whatever reason, that woman reminded her a lot of a great aunt. An aunt who definitely had strong feelings about her great niece, feelings that were far from favorable. At least she was free of the woman. For now.

Taking a moment to make sure the door was locked, she began unpacking her belongings. She put clothes into the small dresser. If it had been a real hotel, a television, or something similar, would have sat on top of it. Instead, there was a lace doily and an old-fashioned water basin and pitcher.

Next to the double bed sat a nightstand with an antique looking lamp and alarm clock. Near the window stood a chair, along with a desk that had stationary laid out on top. Definitely not the typical accommodations she was used to using, but she supposed that was part of the charm of this venture. Chances were good nothing would be like what she expected. At least there was a private bathroom next to the closet reserved for hanging garments.

The suitcase now empty, Anwen moved it to the small closet and stuffed it in. She wouldn’t need it until time to pack up again. Sitting on the flowered bedspread, she pulled her leather carryall towards her. She took out the map and diary, setting them aside.

Hidden at the bottom of her bag was a small wooden box wrapped in satin. She took it out with a sense of reverence and unwrapped it with care, feeling the soft grain of the polished wood. The grain was almost purple in color. Whether its coloring came from the actual wood or some stain used on it, she wasn’t sure, but it gave it an almost exotic look.

Anwen easily moved the metal catch holding the lid closed and the box opened, revealing soft velvet inside. In a cushion of that same fabric sat the pendant her mother had handed down to her from her father, as promised. Not even her great grandmother had known how old it was, though it had been mentioned in detail on several pages of the diary.

Gently, Anwen lifted the piece of jewelry by the solid, almost tarnished looking silver chain. The dragon dangling from it caught the light from the window. The figure had to be made from some kind of pewter, or so her mother had guessed. It had the same tarnished silver look as the chain.

The formed metal featured the dragon’s scales in such miraculous detail. Even the undersides of the limbs, holding the strange crystal hanging from their claws, were detailed. The dragon’s wings were spread, the chain connecting to small hoops at their elbow-like joints.

The crystal the dragon held was unlike any she’d seen before. It was a deep cobalt blue. The coloring cast the darker pewter in stark contrast. In all, the pendant was about three inches in length. The dragon’s head sat lower than the wings, with a tail that twined around the crystal at the base of the body. The wings spanned maybe two inches in width from the base.

Anwen's mother had given her strict instructions to never let another soul see this pendant, again not explaining her reasons. Perhaps she was afraid someone would try to steal it, as unique as it was, with an obvious weight of age to it. Or, maybe, it had something to do with the stories she’d been told as a child. This exact pendant represented the empire her family once, a long time ago, had helped safeguard. Either way, Anwen had promised not to let it out of her sight.

Standing to face the mirror behind the water pitcher, Anwen put the pendant’s chain around her neck. She felt the little dragon settle down a good couple of inches below her collarbone. It wouldn't hurt for her to wear it, especially if she wore it under her clothes. And it somehow seemed fitting. After all, tonight was a celebration of the Dragon Moon. With dragon boats and everything, if Tyler’s word could be trusted. The other necklace she wore would help disguise the chain. It held her father's wedding ring, an heirloom she’d kept close since her father's death. It was always out of sight, close to her heart.

Several sharp taps sounded on the door, making her jump as she moved to stuff the diary and wooden box in the closet. She took a moment to make sure the pendant wasn't showing before walking over to the door. With her luck, it was Madame Millard come back to lecture off another set of rules to follow. The idea made her groan, but at least she'd already hidden away anything she didn't want others to see.

With a heavy sigh, she unlocked the door and turned the ornate knob. The hinge squeaked just a bit as the door swung open. Madame Millard, surely anything else can wait until later, Anwen began. She stopped when she saw Tyler standing there instead, instead of the anticipated landlord. Her mouth dropped open.

Hey there, Tyler smiled at her, a small bouquet of wild flowers in his hand. Thought you might enjoy some of the local fair. It's not as impressive as having the lovely Madame gracing your door, I admit, but I hope I will do. He held out the flowers, waiting for her to take them.

Anwen blinked a few times before reaching out and accepting his little gift. She opened and closed her mouth a few times before finally blurting, How did you find me?

Tyler chuckled. Hard not to. I did point out the accommodations, as you may recall. I was a little surprised to discover you’d used an alias to make your reservation. Unless Anna Post is your real name. He gave her an inquiring lift of his brows.

Flustered, Anwen moved back into the room and took a seat on the bed. Tyler followed, closing the door behind him. Um, no, sorry, she ran a hand through her hair. It really is Anwen but I’d rather no one knew that. You see, I’m not exactly supposed to let others know who I am, so please don’t tell anyone. Her eyes pleaded with his, hoping he wouldn’t ask why.

Tyler gave a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. I suppose I can keep it a secret. On one condition. He held up one finger to emphasize his point.

Anwen closed her eyes with a groan. Why did everything have to come with a condition, she wondered. What is it?

He gave her a secretive smile. Nothing as horrible as you’re thinking, I'm sure, he assured. My condition is this, attend the Dragon Moon Festival with me this evening and I won’t tell a soul in this Village who you really are.

Anwen opened her eyes one at a time and stared at him. You want me to go to the festival with you? Like on a date?

Tyler shrugged as he moved to lean against the chest of drawers. If you prefer to call it that, I suppose we can consider it such.

I have a strict rule about dating guys I don’t know, she retorted with a shake of her head.

Looking smug, Tyler crossed his arms. I have a feeling we’ll be getting to know each other a bit more before you leave.

Anwen bit the inside of her lip. She wondered if he meant they’d get to know each other more because it was a small community, or if he had other plans in mind. That’s not likely to happen.

Pushing away from the dresser, Tyler moved closer to the bed, bending to meet her at eye level. She was several good inches shorter than when stood he upright. Oh, but it is. You see, you signed up for a guided tour to the old ruins, right? Well, I’m your guide.

Her eyes went wide. Wait. You're my what? No way!

He smiled with a knowing look. Yes way. I’m one of the few people here who know how to get there these days. Most of the older Villagers keep clear of them. It's because of some superstitious nonsense. They’re even less likely to go during the season of the Dragon Moon. But there are a few brave souls, like yourself, who wish to venture there. And so, I come along as the handy guide. That, and it's sort of a tradition for the younger folk.

Anwen had to laugh. There was just something about him that put her at ease, like he was some kind of balm for a hurt she hadn’t even realized she had. Well then, guess I can’t say no, can I?

Tyler shrugged. You could, but then I’d tell everyone here your real name, and we both know you don’t want that.

Anwen stood and took the few steps between them. Well, if I’m going out with you to this festival, I’m going to need to clean up and change. So, if you don’t mind, she put her hands on his shoulders, turning him towards the door, you need to get out so I can.

Tyler let her push him out of the room, showing only token resistance to tease her further. With the door closed between them, he looked down in amusement, hearing the lock click behind him. Deciding she wouldn’t like him to wait outside the room, he went down to the lobby. Sitting on the small couch provided, he picked up a magazine from the selection in the sitting area and pretended to read.

chapter two

IT TOOK ANWEN TWENTY MINUTES to make herself presentable. It had been some time since she’d last gone out with someone. She felt more than a little awkward about it, especially since she didn’t know the guy. She just hoped this time would not turn out the same way her last relationship had. Not that she intended for things to go too far. After all, she wasn’t planning on staying for more than a week or two. But it wouldn’t hurt to flirt just a little, let her hair down, in a manner of speaking.

As Anwen came down the stairs, Tyler stood from his seat on the couch and nodded in appreciation. He took in her white eyelet lace top, which she wore over a medium blue blouse with three quarter length sleeves. She also wore faded blue jeans and tan sandals. No bad, he commented, causing her to blush.

Anwen looked around, focusing on a floral arrangement on a low table as she walked towards him. So, she rubbed the toe of one foot across the wood floor, when does this festival of yours start?

Taking her hand, Tyler moved towards the front door of the inn. Right now, actually. So, if you don’t want to miss all the fun, I suggest you try to keep up.

Anwen followed him down the porch stairs and across the street to the green field. He led her to the area he'd pointed out when they'd arrive. The tables sat, now filled with food and exotic looking flowers. In the center of the grass stood a large wooden stage, with low stairs leading to the smooth floor.

Tyler pulled Anwen to one side as a group of natives bustled by. You need to be quick on your feet during a festival, he commented. Sure the way was open once more, he led her towards a section of chairs facing the stage. If you look that way, and he pointed towards a copse of trees, you’ll see the start of the dragon parade. It should begin any time now.

Anwen took a seat and turned to look in the direction he indicated. She gasped in surprise as a long Eastern dragon appeared between the foliage, the red contrasting with the green. The sharp sounds of beating drums could be heard as the dragon snaked closer. Around two-dozen men held up the giant serpentine body with long poles. It reminded her of a New Year Celebration she’d seen on television.

Cymbals crashed as the procession came closer. The carriers intertwined between the various guests, tables, and chairs, making Anwen wonder how they didn't all trip. Tassels bounces off the long fabric body as the dragon’s bearers moved their poles up and down, moving in time to the beating drums. Behind the giant serpent, smaller dragons appeared on puppet strings, including Eastern and Western varieties with flapping wings. Further down the line, brightly costumed performers beat sticks and danced.

Anwen had to turn to follow the course of the parade. More people came over to find seats while children ran rampant around the dancing figures. They carried flowing streamers of red, blue, and green. She had to cover her ears as the procession moved closer. The drums, cymbals, and sticks clacked loudly until the Eastern dragon ascended the steps.

Once on stage, the creature seemed to tie itself into a knot. More people came forward, lining the sides of the stage, holding drums that reminded Anwen of bongos. They beat out a fast cadence that the dragon dancers followed with an almost furry of movement.

Won’t they fall off? Anwen wondered, watching the intricate footwork. She gasped as one dancer got too close to the edge and seemed to falter.

Tyler leaned in to be heard over the noise. No, he almost had to shout. They practice for this. Only the best performers are selected to be part of the Dragon Procession.

After another series of complex dances, the dragon was moved off stage. Anwen didn’t see where it went but was glad the giant serpent wouldn’t be around for someone to trip over. Instead, a small group of musicians moved on stage. They began playing some Eastern music, mixed with some overtones she wasn’t familiar with.

Tyler stood and turned to her with a grin. Well, what do you think so far? Not bad for some Village in the high mountains, right?

Anwen laughed and shook her head. Torchlight began to swim around her as various Villagers lit lanterns around the square. Definitely something different, she replied as her stomach growled. She grimaced in embarrassment.

Hungry are we? Tyler lifted an eyebrow. Well, can’t have that then, not on a festival day. This way. Grabbing her hand once more, he led her towards the food-laden tables. It was a task to avoid the older children. Most were carrying around marionettes that resembled various dragon forms she'd seen in books.

The food seemed to be served buffet style, Anwen noticed as they took a place in line behind a couple of eager teens. When it came their turn to get plates, Tyler pointed out the dragon toes, which were really barbequed spare ribs. He laughed at her momentary discomfort, knowing she wasn't sure if he was joking or not.

With filled plates, they made their way towards the same copse of trees the dragon parade had emerged from. There, they found a seat on a log.

Sun’s setting, Tyler observed as more lanterns were lit and torches were put up to give more light. Dragon boats will be sent out before too long.

From their perch, Anwen could almost hear the chirping of crickets, with the occasional croak of a frog. Are we near a stream?

Taking a bite of chicken, Tyler pointed to a darker section of shadows near the end of the tree line. It's just a runoff from the River Drage, the same river that runs back of the inn. I’m sure you can see it from your room’s window. This smaller stream runs off into a bit of marsh further on, while the true river runs towards Lake Wyvern. The two split just before the Village. The mountains conceal the diverted water, which was used for irrigation over a hundred years ago. Pretty clever, if you ask me.

Anwen nodded as she took a bite of salad, watching the sky as the sun sank lower behind the peaks. She wasn't all that interested in agriculture, but at least it wasn't the weather. The stars were coming out as the full moon swung up over the furthest flung peak. The Dragon Moon, she half whispered, staring in awe at the golden sphere.

Tyler turned to look at the lunar spectacle, leaning back against the log. Legend has it that the Dragon Moon Festival was initiated to appease the spirits of the Mountain. These spirits had become angry over a feud between two families. Those two families were the founders of this Village. Over time, a deep rift formed between them, upsetting the balance of nature. The mountain spirits unleashed their judgment on the two families for their irreconcilable differences. To appease the spirits, the older of the two families was exiled, never to return.

Anwen blinked back the moisture forming in her eyes. It was definitely a haunting tale, one she hoped to hear in full some day. Perhaps her family had been inspiration for the legend. They did resemble the family exiled to appease the mountain spirits all those years ago.

Tyler glanced at his watch as he chewed on his last mouthful of food. Looks like it’s about time for the boats.

Looking around, Anwen realized the crowd had thinned. Looking over, she noticed they were all headed towards the river.

We’d better hurry or we’ll miss them. Tyler didn't give her a chance to pick up her discarded plate. Instead, he grabbed her hand and ran back towards the inn.

Anwen looked back to where torchlight flickered in many hands. They were going in the opposite direction. What about them?

Don't worry about them. The boats are released somewhere upstream, he explained as they ran. If we go that way, we'll miss them entirely if we go that way. He led her towards the back of the inn and down towards the gurgling water some ways away.

Anwen felt sand and pebbles crunch underfoot as she tried to keep pace with his long strides. She almost went into the water as he stopped near a large stone. It reminded her of the rather large boulders on the college campus back home. The stone was a good ten feet tall.

Grab my hand, Tyler called as he started up the rock. Not wanting to be left behind in the dark, she hurried to follow him to the flat top, not stopping to think about what she was doing.

Best place to watch the boats, he explained as he helped her over the lip. And it’s less likely the others will come this far down. He got down on his hands and knees to peer over the edge. The boats will pass right underneath us. Come over so you can see.

Anwen edged closer to her companion, trying to control the sudden nervousness in her stomach. Not a huge fan of heights, she wasn’t sure what had spurred her to follow him up there. It was too late now, though, as she looked down. The water swirled below and her muscles stiffened at her proximity to the edge.

Tyler clasped her hand in his, tightening his grip to reassure her. Look, there’s the first boat. He pointed towards the far end of the river as a dark silhouette appeared against the moonlight on the water. It moved towards them, floating like a nymph on a gently moving stream. The boat was a light wooden one with the prow carved in the shape of a dragon.

Moments later, more wooden boats followed, each with a different color and pattern. Some of the dragons had wings. Others were more serpentine in shape. Some boats looked like they had dragons wrapped around them, carrying them downriver. More than a dozen boats floated past, and then moved out of sight as they rounded a bend. Moonlight glinted off the lacquered finish as the last boat floated beneath them.

Anwen let out a sigh as the boat vanished from view. She'd been so caught up in watching the display that she’d not remembered where they were, perched above a rushing river. The moment the last boat faded from sight, she realized just how close to the edge she’d come.

Heart pounding, she quickly backed away from the edge and closed her eyes as she crouched in a kneeling position. Her hands laced together under her tucked chin. The weight of the dragon pendant pressed against the fabric concealing it. She couldn't help but rock back and forth, willing the sudden dizziness to leave.

Tyler froze in surprise, but came back to himself as he realized what was happening. I’m so sorry, Anna! He moved to her side, offering comforting arms to hold her. I never thought you’d be afraid of heights.

A thought clamored for attention in the back of his mind. He recalled that at least part of the path to the ruins they were going to explore tomorrow followed an almost sheer drop off. Would she be able to make it? If a ten-foot drop could cause this kind of reaction, he doubted it.

The moon rose higher in the sky, the pale light bathing everything in muted tones of yellow and white. An almost faint blue glow seemed to fall around Anwen as she crouched in fetal position. In vain, she tried to convince herself that they weren’t all that high up. That getting back down would be a piece of cake. It was no worse than a one-story staircase, something she managed every day without any difficulty.

A slight breeze made the leaves rustle in the trees around them. A breeze that didn't seem to touch anything else but the vegetation around them. It felt cold and damp, as if it came from the running water below, though that wasn't possible. Overhead, the moon stood a silent sentinel. It seemed to observe the presence of an extra shadow that had not been there before.

Tyler took a step back, glancing around to make sure there was no one else there. Something felt off, though he wasn't sure why. Nor could he see anyone else around. But the feeling persisted. It could be a trick of the light, or his fear that someone else might uncover Anwen's true identity. That would not be a good thing; especially since he still needed to make sure what she'd revealed was true.

When he looked back at Anwen, the light around her had intensified, bathing her in a sort of halo of cobalt blue. He hesitated, wondering if he was seeing things or if his suspicions were indeed correct. It had been a long time since he’d last seen such a phenomenon.

It would not do to rush things. Even if there was the slightest possibility that this was the sign he’d been waiting for all these years. After all, as her name suggested, there were two possibilities. Unless she was lying about her real name. But he felt confident that she wasn't, though he doubted she knew what that meant. And the combination of her name, which he'd seen on her hastily hidden passport back in Blaucii… did it mean what he thought it did?

The rushing of the water in the background made an almost lullaby. Crickets chirped a low harmony to the moving branches. He almost didn’t want to disturb the moment, but knew if he didn’t someone else might come by and notice something was off. He knelt back down and tapped her on the shoulder. Anwen, it’s getting late. I should get you back to the inn.

Anwen nodded, head still downcast, eyes closed.

Tyler could almost confirm that the source of the blue glow came from one of her necklaces. He shrugged the notion aside, promising to look at the thought later.

He stood and held out his hand. You’re going to have to open your eyes. It would be different if I had a rope to lower you to the ground, but I don’t, so you’re going to have to just trust that I’ll get you down safe and sound.

After another moment of hesitation, Anwen looked up and took his hand, standing on somewhat unsteady legs.

Tyler noticed the light was fading from around her. That was one less thing to worry about at least. And with luck, no one else had seen it, though he couldn't be sure. That feeling still persisted.

Seeing her waiting, he chose to focus on the task at hand instead of trying to confirm his fears. If I thought it would be wise, I’d carry you down, but we should be okay with the foot and hand holds. There are a lot of them. Just do exactly as I say and you’ll be fine, he reassured.

Anwen felt like a quacking leaf at the idea. The boulder wasn't all that high, but the possibility of falling off at any given time still existed. And since it was dark, she had no idea what she'd land in if she fell. It could be the river, on more rocks, or on the softer dirt. Neither option felt comforting. She'd likely get hurt either way.

Sensing her hesitation, Tyler took her hand and led her to the end where they’d climbed up. It sat lower to the ground. In daylight, it wouldn’t be a big deal to just slide off and land with perhaps a slight tumble. But with only moonlight, and an acrophobe, the task became a lot more difficult. I’ll go first so I can see where you’re putting your hands and feet. We can take all the time you need so don’t worry about anything, okay?

Anwen nodded, unable to speak. It looked a lot higher up now that she couldn’t see the ground below. Her knees threatened to buckle as she saw Tyler disappear from sight. But she swung around and got on her hands and knees, crawling backwards towards the edge as instructed. With a lot of encouragement, she let first one leg, then the other dangle as Tyler directed her where to place them.

You’re doing great, Tyler complimented. He then directed her to slide her feet down to a small ledge. Once he felt she was more or less secure, he instructed her to let her feet hold her weight as she reached for the first handhold. Keep coming. That’s it. You've got it.

What would have only been a few seconds climb down turned into a five-minute persuasion to get her back on solid ground. But it was all worth it. When she reached the ground, she flung her arms around his neck and stayed there until her body stopped trembling.

Thank you, Anwen whispered as she pulled away. She was too relieved to feel embarrassed, though that would come later. After all, her fear of heights was not something she wanted just anyone to know about.

Tyler put an arm around her shoulder, leading her forward. Come on. Let’s get you inside.

The walk to the main door of the inn seemed to go by in a blur, as did the walk up the stairs. Tyler supported Anwen the entire time, just in case. They were both relieved to reach the second floor and the door to her room.

After a quick goodnight, she closed the door. He listened for the sound of the lock as it was engaged before heading back downstairs.

Once he was gone, Anwen leaned against the door's frame, mentally exhausted. The festival hadn't been like anything she'd expected. And that ending? Just thinking about it made her shudder. And to think she'd revealed her greatest fear to a complete stranger.

After another minute or two, she stumbled to the bathroom and took a hot shower that left her feeling bone weary. Drying off, she fell into bed and didn’t wake until morning.

chapter three

MORNING LIGHT FILTERED IN THROUGH the window of Anwen's room. The curtains were still drawn back from the day before. Anwen pulled the spare pillow up over her face to block out the light. When that didn’t help, she rolled over with a groan and looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was still early, as far as she was concerned, seven in the morning according to the clock. With a heavy sigh, she got up and headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth, hoping she didn’t look as tired as she felt. A good breakfast would fix that though.

Anwen laced up the rugged boots she’d purchased for the occasion. She hoped they were broken in enough to not cause blisters while she was out and about. She’d heard there was some rough terrain on the way to the ruins. Moments later, she made her way to the dining area Madame Millard had described. There, she ate a hearty breakfast of pancakes and sausage.

At exactly eight, Anwen found a seat on the front steps of City Hall. Tyler had told her to meet up with the others in her hiking group there. She tried to not think about what had happened last night and was so caught up in distracting herself that she almost didn’t notice several other young people joining her. They all had daypacks slung over shoulders. She came back from daydreaming to note there were two girls and a boy joining her, none familiar.

Before introductions could be made, Tyler walked over. He also had a daypack slung over one shoulder, along with a rope he'd fastened around his belt. He clapped his hands together. Looks like everyone made it, he commented. And in just a few minutes, we’ll be on our way. At least we will as soon as our ride arrives. He cracked a smile.

The other boy, Josef, laughed in appreciation and took a swig from his water bottle. Who’s it this time? Old Man Miller?

One of the girls, the dark haired one, nudged him with an elbow. The two were a couple from the Village and were undergoing the ritual ascent to the Dragon Ruins, as the locals called them. Legend had it that if a young couple dared venture to the ruins, they might find some kind of sign. If they did, it meant their relationship was blessed by the mountain spirits. At least that's what Anwen had gathered from last night

The blond girl, whose name Anwen learned was Courtney, tossed her hair. I think it’s Mr. Forster, she corrected. Also a local, she was coming along in hopes of finally convincing Tyler to date her.

A few safety guidelines before we begin, Tyler interrupted their suppositions. Stay with the group. There is to be no wandering off on your own on the path. When I tell you to do something, do it. Otherwise you might die. Don’t bring anything back from the ruins, no matter how strong the temptation. It’s not worth it. Trust me.

Courtney snorted and gave the other girl a knowing look. He means you, Daphne.

Tyler turned a cold-faced expression her way. I mean everyone, he corrected. It’s not wise to risk the wrath of the mountain spirits. And believe me, there are plenty of tales of those who have. I will not be held responsible if you decide not to follow my instructions. His gaze swept over the small group to make sure they understood.

Anwen tried not to squirm under the lecture. Perhaps these mountain spirits were just a figment of the Villagers’ imagination. But it served as a nice allegory of sorts for what might happen if instructions weren’t followed. She had no idea what kind of things that would inspire, nor did she want to find out. After all, sometimes it was better not to know.

Everyone turned as a rather loud truck pulled up to the curb and sat there idling. A middle-aged man waved from the front seat, his fair hair peppered with gray. Mr. Forster didn’t bother getting out but chose to wait inside while Tyler finished up.

Their guide nodded towards Mr. Forster, then turned back to the others. We’ll be riding in the back so make sure you sit flat and hang onto the sides, just in case we hit any bumps or other obstacles on the way over. Consider this your 'initiation' for this expedition.

Anwen’s eyes grew large the moment Tyler mentioned how the transportation arrangements would work. Where she came from, no one would be caught dead riding in the back of a truck. Not only was it against the law, but also outright dangerous. Especially if something happened that might cause the driver to lose control of the vehicle. She was about to protest but swallowed her words as the others climbed up over gate and took their seats inside the truck bed. Not wanting to be the sour grape of the bunch, she headed to the back like the others.

Tyler noticed her discomfort and had a quick word with Mr. Forster. Hey, Anna, you’ll be riding shotgun, okay? We can’t have our only out-of-towner falling out of back now can we?

Anwen stopped in her tracks, one foot on the rear fender as she turned beet red. She reversed course and walked around to the passenger side of the vehicle where Tyler held the door open. Thoughts of the night before, and how he’d had to almost had to carry her down a small boulder filled her mind. She’d already shamed herself once. She would not do it again.

Everyone having settled in their respective seats, Mr. Forster put the truck in gear and headed out. They drove up through the Village, further into the mountains. It didn’t take long before they were following a well-worn road with plenty of potholes. Anwen found herself appreciating the protective metal body around her. She just wished Tyler hadn’t made it possible in such an embarrassing manner.

After what seemed like several hours, but was really only half that time, Mr. Forster slowed the truck down. He pulled over onto a wide shoulder on the opposite side of the road. It was the kind usually reserved for vehicles to turn around in. Not far off the graveled area, a few wooden picnic tables sat. They looked rather weathered, with weeds growing up through the slats.

Tyler hopped out of the truck bed with an easy swing to the ground, the others following. Anwen opened her door and stepped out with uncertain feet. For some reason, her heart had begun to pound and she had to wet her lips. This was the moment she’d been waiting for, ever since she’d gotten her hands on her grandmother’s diary several years ago. The idea of finding the place described was daunting. She felt more than a little intimidated by the whole prospect. Especially now that she had set foot on the path that would lead her there.

Taking several deep breaths, she turned to see the picnic tables. She realized that only half a dozen feet beyond them lay a creek of sorts, with water gurgling in the bottom. And if she continued her gaze towards the right, there was a section past that which looked like an old dirt road. The main road should have connected to the other side, making a T shape, but didn’t. Whatever bridge that might have once stood there no longer existed.

Tyler looked around, counting everyone in the party, then moved closer to the roadside. If I may direct your attention to the far side of the road, I think you will find a sight worth seeing. He pointed towards a green covered peak on the far side, which impended from behind an outcropping of stone.

Anwen moved towards him, wondering just what he was talking about. Then she noticed a river on the other side, the same river that ran through the Village. And, further down, a lake sat, mostly concealed by the same cleft of rock that ran up along the roadside. Part of the lake was still visible, along with something jutting out into the water.

Moving further, she noticed the object pushing up from the water began to take a more distinct shape. It looked like the head of some kind of monster surfacing from the still blue waters. It pointed towards the sky as if gazing at the heavens. And if she moved further still, there was a larger lump that could be taken as the body belonging to the triangular head. She blinked a few times, her mouth almost hanging open in awe. A thin line of earth connected the two, barely visible underneath the surface of the water. Is that what I think it is?

Tyler came up beside her and nodded, a boyish grin on his face. That, my dear Anna, is Lake Wyvern, or, as some call it, the Dragon Lake. And that island you see in the middle is the Dragon Isle.

Because it looks like a dragon, right? Anwen asked, hoping that was exactly what he’d say.

Tyler chuckled. That would be part of it. Remember how I mentioned the mountain spirits? Well, to us more local folk, these spirits aren’t just ghosts. They're the creatures that these mountains were named after. The draakki, drage, drake, Lindwyrm. They are more commonly referred to as drakon or dragonkind.

Anwen stared in shock, eyes wide as she tried to take this in. You don’t mean…?

Tyler nodded, his expression earnest. That’s exactly what I mean. Real life dragons. After half a minute of silence, his eyes creased in amusement. At least that’s what the locals say.

Anwen felt the sudden urge to smack him but refrained. He was teasing her again. But how could he know how important this was to her? There was no possible way and, because of that, she had to forgive his jerking her around. If he only knew how much she’d invested in coming to learn the truth, he might sing another tune. Or think she was crazy. It was hard to get a read on him, though. One minute, he acted like he was a local, the next like he was just a frequent visitor. It was maddening.

Daphne rolled her eyes at Tyler’s little tale. Hey, can we get going already? I mean it’s not like we have all day. She tapped one foot. Josef wisely kept his mouth shut when she glanced in his direction.

Courtney sidled up next to Tyler and put an arm around his shoulders in an all too friendly way. Maybe we should humor the happy little couple. We don’t want to upset things before they get married, right? She gave him a coy wink, but turned and gave Anwen a dirty look when Tyler turned his head to look at the ‘happy little couple’.

Anwen felt like she’d somehow been slapped, even though there was no real way Courtney could have hit her. The blond had one arm around Tyler and was trying to rub his arm with the other. All the same, the mental sting was still there and she had to resist the temptation to feel for any potential swelling on her left cheek.

Tyler nodded, drawing the others closer with a glance, ignoring Courtney’s advances. "All right, everyone. Listen up. There will be a few stretches ahead where we'll