Flight Through Dragon Fire 2: Lost Chronicles from Circle of Stones - A Heroine's Odyssey, #2

By E.L.Marr

Dive into the next thrilling chapter of Chrissy's odyssey, about a young woman from Earth pursued by a relentless psychopath. Plunged into an adventure across diverse realms and time, her journey transforms into a quest to reunite with her younger brother. Facing legendary creatures, forging unexpected alliances, and discovering hidden strengths, Chrissy becomes a beacon of hope amid war and chaos. Join her on this gripping journey as she confronts the unknown, unveils her true power, and navigates the challenges that lie ahead. Explore the depths of resilience and courage in this captivating tale of survival and self-discovery.

• Language: English
• Publisher: E.L.Marr
• Release date: Mar 7, 2024
• ISBN: 9798223455066

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Flight Through Dragon Fire

Lost Chronicles from Circle of Stones - A Heroine's Odyssey

By E.L. Marr

Chapter 4 – Off We Go?

Day 3 Morning

Morning at Hameltheim Towers

Why? Tommy! Mommy! Chrissy kept muttering until a hand on her shoulder woke her.

Hey, it’s time to get up, Borazon says, freezing instantly as he feels the blade of Chrissy’s knife between his Adam's apples and chin. Easy now.

Sorry... Chrissy apologetically mutters as she realizes she almost killed him.

It’s okay. It seems Samuel wasn’t the only one with nightmares.  Borazon interjects.

Yeah... Chrissy mumbles, tiredly sitting up on the bed.

Here, drink this, Borazon says, shoving a mug of something hot under her nose into her hands.

Wow... This smells like coffee. Chrissy says as she inhales the aroma.

I don’t know what coffee is, but Samuel made it, Borazon says, sipping from his mug.

Samuel, you are a lifesaver. This is better than regular coffee. Chrissy hums, bringing the cup just below her nose with both hands. After blowing over the rim slightly, she takes a casual sip. Hmmm, good. It smells like coffee but tastes more like hot cocoa.

My mom taught me about the different herbs and plants, Samuel says in awe at Chrissy's pleased look.

You do her proud. Where I come from, herbalists are well respected, Chrissy says, taking another longer drink, causing the boy to turn beet red.

After finishing her drink, Chrissy grabs her armor and heads for the bucket area. Both males politely turn their backs while she uses it and changes. When she comes out, she sees on the table that someone has placed a large bowl of warm water and some soap next to a substantial plate of leftovers for her.

Thanks, guys, Chrissy says, appreciating their politeness, and she hears a soft but gruff mumble. You’re welcome, from them both.

But aren’t you going to eat? Chrissy asks.

You were sleeping so well we ate before we woke you, Samuel tells her.

I should’ve let you sleep longer, Borazon mutters as he clears his throat and returns to filling the cart.

As she finishes washing her hands, she notices the leader's journal is open and casually reads the open pages.

At one time, I believed he was my friend.  He was no friend!  He wrote how he enjoyed tricking humans into believing that and using it against us.  He hated humans.  Borazon sneers while he angrily slams the book shut.

What are you going to do with it?  Chrissy asks while cutting a loaf of bread.

Keep it until I can give it to the right Yarl.  In his own words, he told how he tricked many into believing lies about others.  Borazon answers as he puts it into his new pack.

I am sorry about your family,  Chrissy remarks as she finishes making a sandwich with what remains of the cheese and roast.

Thanks. 

What are you doing?  Samuel asks as he stares at Chrissy while she takes a big bite of her food.

Huh?  Chrissy asks through a mouth full of food.

He’s asking why you slapped all that food together?  Borazon clarifies.

"Back home, we call it a sandwich.  And it makes it easier and faster to eat.  Though