Becoming the Dragon of Light: The Spinners of Time, #3
By AMY WOLF
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Prepare to be spellbound by Becoming the Dragon of Light, a captivating epic fantasy that entwines love, loss, and fate in the aftermath of a devastating war. Abarōz and her beloved Shāhpuhr, both scarred by the conflict, must now face an insidious new enemy threatening all of Gehān. But as they embark on perilous rescues and confront malevolent specters, a glimmer of hope emerges—marriage.
Amidst the chaos, Abarōz's heart wrestles with grief. Can she rise above her personal anguish and embrace the mantle of the Dragon of Light, a role that could bring salvation to all? With unwavering spirit, Abarōz and Shāhpuhr must forge ahead, drawing strength from their love and the unyielding determination to protect their world.
Will they succeed?
Find out in this third and final volume of the Spinners of Time series.
AMY WOLF
Amy Wolf has just released the first book of in her Greek fantasy MYTHOS world. She is an Amazon Kindle Scout winner for her novel THE MISSES BRONTES' ESTABLISHMENT. Her fantasy series, THE CAVERNIS TRILOGY, is out from Red Empress Press. Amy has published 38 short stories in the SF/Fantasy press, including REALMS OF FANTASY (2) and INTERZONE (U.K.). She is a graduate of the Clarion West Writer's program and has an honors English degree from The University of London. She started her career working for the major Hollywood studios, including 20th Century Fox and Warner Bros., and was a Script Reader for MGM & Joe Roth. One of three natives out of 10 million, Amy was forced from L.A. and now lives in Honolulu. She has one adult daughter currently terrorizing L.A., and a small, barky dog.
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Becoming the Dragon of Light - AMY WOLF
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
BECOMING THE DRAGON OF LIGHT
Book 3 of The Spinners of Time
First edition July 25, 2003
Copyright © 2023 Amy Wolf
Written by Amy Wolf
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The universe is transformation: life is opinion.
--Marcus Aurelius
Acknowledgments
Tim Whittome and Jenny T., Proofreaders
Cover Illustration: Paramita Creative
Fantasy Map: Inkarnate– Amy Wolf
Greg Wenderski – The Sword Casting Guy
Dedication:
This book is dedicated to the memory of my mom, Sylvia Faith Wolf (1938–2020), our beloved Did
Even now, I know she is kibbitzing!
NAMES / PLACES
image-placeholderNAMES
Abarōz – 17-year-old Dardan girl who rebels
Shāhpuhr – boy of the forest
Rastag – Abarōz’s father
Adrina – Abarōz’s mother
S̆āh Al-razi – former ruler of Dardan
Adurnarseh – the new S̆āh
Bükrek – a dragon of creation
Sangal – dragon of chaos
Şahmeran – snake queen
Erbüke – snake king
Kavad – Dardan escapee
Husrav – evil vizier
Manuchehr – a Peril
Berislav – werewolf leader
Catanes – Shāhpuhr’s dragon
Pabag - Shāhpuhr’s dragon
Mihrab – Abarōz’s dragon
Iatopa – Abarōz’s dragon
Parviz – Southern dragon
Az – Abarōz’s dragon
Walagash – Sangal’s #2 dragon
Narses – Southern dragon leader
Cyaxares – founder of Southern dragon dynasty
Baba Yaga – a witch
Su Ana – a water spirit
Bardi – a Šahrian
Morwārīd – a female Dardan Senator
Pērōz – Rastag’s second in command
Tengri – god of creation
Ülgen – a god, Tengri’s son
Erlik – god of the Underworld
The new god – Jesus
PLACES
Dardan – new aboveground city
Šahr – adjoining city to Dardan
Razūr – forest
Rōd – river in Razūr
Gehān – world / name of country
Paristan – land of the Perils
Belarod – the near north
The North – land of bad dragons
The South – land of good dragons
Abaxtar – far northern land
Xwarāsān – northern home of the Mhackay
Wiyābān – desert behind Dardan’s mountain
CREATURES
Erbörü – werewolves
Mhackay – vampires
Öreks – Turkish zombies
Yaryond – centaurs
Gurg Kamāl – wolf-headed dragons
Maran – Şahmeran’s snakes
Yelbegen – king of the dragons
Xūg – wolverine
Çor – a nasty, invisible spirit
OTHER
Mihr – the sun
Māh – the moon
axtar – star
ebren – a dragon
Bērūn – the outside
Azēr – underground
zarr – gold mine
zarran – miner
Hamwar – a storey in a cave
dahigān – farmer
Axwaš – The Discarded
Aswār of Ebrens – a dragonrider
Ōšmurdan – a Tallyman
dēnārs – money
zand – tribe
Zeh̬n̥ Xɑn – a mind reader
dahigān – farmer
father – Pid
mother – Mād
Hrōmāyīg – the Greeks
Nārig – lady of the house
Frāmadār – a general
Ebren Hambūdan - united dragons
PRONOUNCIATION GUIDE
image-placeholderPRONOUNCIATION GUDE
Abarōz (Ab-or-ahs)
Shāhpuhr (Shāh-pur)
Bükrek (Book-wreck)
Şahmeran – (S̆āh-mer-on)
Manuchehr (Man-u-cher)
Adurnarseh (A-durn-ar-say)
Gehān (Gay-han)
Šahr (Sar)
Bērūn (Bay-ruin)
Razūr (Rah-zer)
Erbüke (Er-boo-kay)
Erbörü – (Er-bore-ooh)
Mhackay – (M’hack-ā)
MAP
image-placeholderimage-placeholderContents
1.After the Second War
2.Two Speeches
3.ThThe Election
4.Transformation
5.Find Her!
6.The New Şahmeran
7.A Homecoming
8.The Great Feast
9.Hail Caesar
10.Ebren Hambudan
11.United They Stand
12.An Old Friend Reclaimed
13.Ülgen Sees All
14.Wiyābān
15.Down South
16.What Would Bükrek Do?
17.An Entertainment
18.Caring for the Light
19.Training the Four Hundred
20.True Aswār
21.A Strange Absence
22.Battle of the Aswār
23.Without a Leader
24.The Spirit of the Forest
25. The Spirit of the Water
26.A New Strategy
27.Stealth
28.Sister City
29.Kavad
30.A Gift of Wine
31.The Örek
32.Awakening
33.In the Lair
34.The Storm
35.Waiting
36.The Fullness of Māh
37.Not So Cunning
38.ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Chapter 1
After the Second War
image-placeholderL ook,
Abarōz pointed, wheeling Az over tall rock walls. Our city still stands!
Thank Tengri!
cried Shāhpuhr, his own black dragon Catanes flanking Az’s white wings. From their place in the sky, Dardan looked almost whole, save for an overturned boulder or the angry char of flame.
The two riders descended, dismounting outside the main gate, where a stone circle of wolves kept a watchful eye. As Abarōz stepped past them, she realized that Dardan, near pristine from above, was really stark and broken when viewed from the ground.
The early light of Mihr fell on dark, seeping pools which spread over the streets. Blood. Rooves of rock now sagged under the weight of fallen creatures. Abarōz looked away from the men, women, and children; forever stilled; bodies strewn over stone.
Abarōz sighed, turning to Shāhpuhr.
I must look to the wounded,
she said, kneeling by an Aswār whose right leg spurted blood. Do not worry,
she told the man, closing her eyes and raising a hand. His groans lessened, wounds healed, thanks to her power as Şahmeran. As Abarōz moved from block to block, she saw to twisted bodies, healing them all. Of course, she was glad to do it, though the last battle, its residual smoke still hanging, had drained her of much of her strength.
Once she’d finished providing relief, she walked to the main courtyard where Shāhpuhr, helped by five men, was wrapping light cloth around the fallen.
We must bury them quickly,
he said. Before Mihr does her damage.
Abaroz nodded, taking in the mass of shrouds.
Where?
she asked.
I thought perhaps in your garden.
She nodded.
Very well.
She headed a small procession, leading it out the gate and into palms which promised eternal shade.
Her mother was here, somewhere.
While the men did their best to dig a wide hole in the soil, she drew Shāhpuhr aside.
Should I say a few words,
she asked, since I was the one who trapped Sangal?
Absolutely. It will comfort the families.
Abarōz nodded as a line of silent relatives made their way over the pit. With each body handed down, her eyes dampened. Struggling to find the words, she tried to keep her voice steady.
Fellow citizens,
she said, these brave souls before us have sacrificed all for our zand. We must realize their vision—and ours—to restore a free Dardan: one not tyrannized by the S̆āh.
She felt the soft touch of Shāhpuhr stroking her hand. Still, it wasn’t enough for her to go on and she bowed to the mourners before leaving this fragrant oasis: one she had personally created. She heard the crunch of Shāhpuhr’s boot as he sought to catch up.
Another sad day,
she sighed. Will we ever stop having them?
Tomorrow,
he said. The S̆āh is deposed and Sangal is back in his lake.
The same could be said for the first war. What’s different now?
Shāhpuhr sighed.
Perhaps . . . after two defeats, our foes will not try again.
Abarōz felt a gloomy foreboding.
Unlikely.
Let us rouse ourselves,
said Shāhpuhr. It might make you feel better. First, we must capture the S̆āh—wherever he’s gone.
I hope the Underworld!
Abarōz spat. While I was tending the wounded, I heard a curious rumor: He’s locked himself in his palace and refuses to come out.
Adurnarseh,
said Shāhpuhr, has never possessed much courage.
Abarōz snorted.
Good to know nothing’s changed.
We must force him out if need be. Put him somewhere he can’t cause trouble.
Now I’m sorry,
Abarōz said, I destroyed his father’s old dungeon.
Shāhpuhr chuckled.
No need for regret,
he told her. I hear there’s a nice one right below the palace.
Let’s hope it has marble and silks.
Abarōz wiped her brow, walking beneath the stone wolves. It’s important,
she said, we don’t harm the S̆āh. Put a stop to torture and murder.
Agreed. Though we might treat him to some lovely shackles.
We must start off cleanly,
Abarōz said. As we set out to do.
You mean with a Senate?
We must hold elections—as soon as tomorrow. Before the next would-be tyrant tries to seize the city.
Shāhpuhr nodded. For now, let’s go to my house—see if it still stands. Tengri willing, my father will be there to greet us.
Chapter 2
Two Speeches
image-placeholderAbarōz’s spirits were high as they clanked in their gold armor toward a small stone house. Compared to the S̆āh’s palace, it was hardly ornate, but still, it was hers—along with her father’s.
She slammed open the door, eyes adjusting to light diffused through wide striped shutters.
Father!
she yelled, but he was not in their main living space. As she started for his room, he emerged, washed and dressed in a robe spun from flax.
Daughter!
he cried, closing the distance between them and grabbing her in a hug. I was so worried,
he said. He raised his eyes, meeting Shāhpuhr’s. About you both. Yet here you are, without a scratch!
Abarōz forced a smile, but she wasn’t entirely sure. Though she had escaped the battle with only minor bruises, she wondered if the real damage had settled into her soul. Shaking off her melancholy, she ran for her room.
Be back in a moment!
she cried, and entered her own space as if she were a stranger. Did this soft bed, stuffed with feathers and stacked with blankets, really belong to her? After spending most of her life in a cave, she could hardly believe such luxury existed. Groaning out of her armor, she poured water into a basin, dipping in a small cloth to wipe off the stain of war.
Once she’d changed into a robe, she went out to find Shāhpuhr and her father seated around their wood table. They were both gulping down draughts poured into shiny brass goblets.
I see,
said Abarōz, raising a brow, I have missed the start of the revelry!
‘You have indeed, Rastag said with a wink.
And on this occasion only, I offer you a small portion."
He thrust a third cup toward her, holding a brass jug aloft.
No–no thank you,
Abarōz told him, quicker than she meant to. After the rigors of battle and her fiery grapple with Sangal, she feared a single sip might fell her ‘till morning.
Very well,
shrugged her father, draining his cup. Shāhpuhr reached to refill it. I suppose, dear daughter, you have thought up a whole plan to secure Dardan’s future.
I have,
she whispered, flushing down to her neck.
By Tengri, don’t wait!
he cried. Let’s hear every detail!
First,
she told the two men, we restore the city to resemble the one I built. Since I can no longer spin time, this will require much work. Then, quicker than an ebren’s flight, we must hold the elections.
As quick as all that?
chuckled Rastag. Do you not omit an occasion of far greater importance?
Abarōz narrowed her eyes.
What was he on about? Had he perhaps imbibed one too many cups?
I–I don’t think so,
she answered, looking to Shāhpuhr for help. He, however, refused to meet her eye and focused instead on the shutters.
"Will someone please tell me about this secret something?"
Oh, daughter,
laughed Rastag, do you forget your own nuptials?
Abarōz took a step back.
No! No, of course not!
And when,
he asked Shāhpuhr, leaning forward, is the happy event to be?
Shāhpuhr now stared at her face.
If it were up to me, I should say as soon as possible.
Yet you,
Abarōz cried, are not the sole party involved!
He looked taken aback.
Of . . . of course not—
What I mean to say is that after all we’ve been through—gods and monsters and war—it might be best to postpone—
NONSENSE!
Rastag roared, scraping back his chair as he stood. "After all we’ve been through, don’t we deserve a bit of happiness?"
It would seem so,
whispered Abarōz, her mind feeling light and distant. It’s just . . . I don’t see the need for haste.
Her eyes implored Shāhpuhr’s. After all, we’ve waited so long—
All the more reason to get married now!
Rastag banged a fist on the table. Have a joyous ceremony, a feast lasting three days, and a shaman of Tengri!
In fact,
Shāhpuhr told him, my mother has volunteered to perform the shaman’s role.
That’s it then!
shouted Rastag. Who closer to the sky god than her?
Abarōz felt cornered, as if enemy ebrens pinned her.
Despite Bükrek’s assurance,
she said, I would like to move slower.
Sneaking a glance at Shāhpuhr, she saw the hurt on his face. Not for long!
she added. It’s just . . . after this latest war, I find myself weary. I feel I could sleep and not awaken until Sangal returns to Gehān.
That is eight hundred years,
said Shāhpuhr, his olive skin going pale. My mother will still live, but as far as you and me—
Please do not mistake me! I merely need time to recover. Perhaps I’ll be ready after Māh goes through her full cycle.
That is too long!
Shāhpuhr cried, rising to stand by her father. I wish to be married and start building our house in Razūr!
As do I,
said Abarōz softly. At least it’s not eight hundred years.
Might as well be!
he growled, seizing his goblet to drain it.
Abarōz tried logic.
Shāhpuhr, surely you know that wedlock is harder for women. The dowry must be gathered—
"I require nothing!"
—The wedding feast prepared and the formal robes fitted. Then, there is the matter of guests—
All Dardans are welcome!
Despite her discomfort, Abarōz went on.
And what of the Šahrians?
she asked. The ebrens, and the Erbörü? Plus, we cannot forget Manuchehr!
Shāhpuhr unleashed a sigh which might have been heard all over Dardan.
Very well,
he grumbled, but I hope your feet are not cold.
Abarōz looked down. She was wearing warm slippers.
I don’t understand.
My mother taught me the phrase: It means you wish to back out.
Abarōz took a breath, feeling it slice across her lungs.
Is that what you think?
Well, in light of your reluctance—
Now, now children,
soothed Rastag, clutching the back of his chair. Let’s not start another war. Not when the last has just ended.
I apologize, Father,
Abarōz said, heat forming behind her eyes. She began to question her own motives.
Why, she wondered, did she delay her marriage to the man she truly loved? They had pledged themselves to each other, so why was she so hesitant?
Although she thought she knew, she stayed silent.
We will recognize the time when it comes,
she said, forcing a thin-lipped smile.
Far be it for me to compel you.
Shāhpuhr nodded stiffly before slamming his way out the door. Her father turned to her slowly, now sober from sobering talk.
Abarōz . . .
I know, act quickly or lose him. Were those not your next words?
You,
he answered, putting a hand on her shoulder, are wise for your young age. You’ve also been tested greatly, in war as well as love. Shāhpuhr will come to see it, for he is level-headed.
More so than me, thought Abarōz. She tried to distract herself from Shāhpuhr’s hurt and anger.
Come,
she said, there is something we must not delay.
Rastag nodded as he followed her into the street. There, and in every block, she used her command of nature to repair Chaos’ damage, righting a crumbled wall here; restoring a crushed roof there. With little power over ebrens, she had to stand by as teams of workers hauled them away. It would take all their efforts, but she was convinced that soon, Dardan would be as it was.
She came to the main courtyard with its bench strangely intact. There, she saw groups of her zand approaching to form circles around her. In the near distance, she spotted Shāhpuhr, arms crossed and frowning. For the second time that day, she felt she must make a speech, and stood on that stone bench.
Dardans,
she declared to the milling mob. They fell silent, faces upturned. You know we must act quickly to end the S̆āh’s cruel reign. That will mean an election—for a new ruling body, a Senate. By the time Mihr rises tomorrow, you will find a hollow stone in this spot. Cast in your own stone etched with the name of your candidate.
Who can we elect?
a man shouted.
"Anyone. For the first time in our history, we will choose our own rulers. And, after a time, if they’re not to your taste, vote them out. She thought about rules.
Each Senator shall keep their seat for two years. If, she added hastily,
their conduct is moral and just."
A murmur went up from the Dardans, and from her perch, Abarōz couldn’t tell if they agreed or not. As they began to disperse, Shāhpuhr followed, no doubt on his way to Razūr.
Shāhpuhr!
she called, running toward him.
Strong speech,
he said, his eyes lacking their usual light. It is assured you’ll be a Senator.
Please,
Abarōz begged, gently taking his arm. She felt his muscles stiffen. "I want you to know I do want to marry you—more than anything