Last of the Dragon Age

By Erik Kristofer Lucero

After years of war with the dragons mankind has hunted them all. Yet one survived. Sashel is the last of the dragons tasked with the impossible... Bring back dragonkind. Is it possible to do it? With the help of Xander he just might have a chance. Solving the riddle to find what he needs is his only hope.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erik Kristofer Lucero
• Release date: Jan 24, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224130900

Erik Kristofer Lucero

I'm a father, husband, educator, and self-published author with more than 11 self-published novels in picture books, middle grade chapter books, and adult novels. Enjoy videogames, leather crafting and wood working, spending time with my family.

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The Last Dragon

For thousands of years’ dragons ruled the skies of Kelish. Their will was law as they kept peace throughout the lands. They treated all with respect and were just with law. For all of the animals were safe with them.

Then the Great Mother brought mankind into the world. Different than the other creatures of Kelish, men walked on two legs, formed many communities, and created war. As their communities grew the lands were split and animals were tamed or hunted. When they discovered that dragon kind would not be tamed, they declared war.

The Dragon Wars tested mankind’s strength and nearly destroyed the land.  In less than a few hundred years, the dragons were all but extinct. Man’s societies grew as dragons were killed. The once great keepers of Kelish became no more. There were only a handful of dragons left as they went into hiding. Until the kings knew the dragons were gone, they would hunt them leaving none alive.

In the icy caves of Dragor Mountains lies a lone egg in a nest of burning wood. Guarding the cave entrance was the last of the mountain dragons. Standing taller than homes of men, its red scales glow dark with the light from the nest. Its yellow eyes scanning the horizon for man's armies.

Glancing back at the egg. We are the last my precious. The last water dragon fell to man’s armies yesterday. Hearing noise she turned her head. Though they were miles away she could see a group of men marching up the mountain pass. Moving into the cave, she picked up her egg in her between her teeth. Moving deeper into the cave she placed the egg in a hidden antechamber. Not making a fire to keep it heated was a risk, but she needed to keep her egg safe from the men. She returned to the mouth of the cave to protect her home and the last dragon egg.

The egg twitched and wiggled then a knocking came from inside the shell. Within seconds a crack formed along the top of the egg. Not long before the baby dragon punched its way through the shell.

Black as the night sky with streaks of purple, his scales shimmered as he slowly moved around the antechamber. Cautiously he spread his wings, drying them in the warm humid air of the cave. His tail came to a point making it just as deadly as the dragon itself. Slowly he walked out of the antechamber into the main area of the cave.

Lying in the middle of the cave were the bodies of several men surrounding his mother. Stumbling over to her body it started to cry.

Mother. The baby nudged her head. Barely moving her head.

My baby. Words cannot express the joy I feel. There is a time-honored tradition of the naming ceremony. Though I can no longer preform it I will name you...Sashel.  You are the last of our kind. Touching her forehead to his, he could sense her mind entering his. A magick old as time allows you to hear my thoughts and see my memories, I leave you the history of our kind before all is lost. He saw the images of dragon kind through the ages. He heard stories of their past. He could smell and feel what they have. The history though long only took minutes to pass.

"Our way of life is yours to protect. There is one clue to help you. ‘Life starts with you and man.’ If the great mother is kind, she will help you find a way to bring our kind back. Now go my son before mankind