Welcome to Creative Tuesday! I am very excited to share an excerpt from the second book in The Dawn Series (Dawn of the Dragon). I have two reasons for sharing. First, this comes directly from my creative mind. Secondly, I want feedback. Like it, but also tell me what you think (good or bad). Here we go!
Xavgon’s roar was as Armageddon as he landed on Sugar Bowl Drive. With a one-hundred-foot wingspan, his shadow blotted out the sun. Wind from his mouth forced cars, trucks, and semis on their sides. The chief of police called on the National Guard. They roped themselves around large pillars. Palera rubbed her hands across his large forehead to calm him.
“Xavgon. Shh. Give them peace. They don’t understand. This world is not like ours. How did you get here? I do not understand.”
“You do understand, Mother. You have always believed in the unbelievable and felt out of place. You are my mother, and I will kill them if they touch you.”
“No. Let me speak to them. Put me down.”
Kalera slid down his massive wing. She stood tall, looking upon men and women in uniform as strength engulfed her. It was as if she had never been depressed, anxious, stressed, or overtaken by grief.
“If I don’t speak to them, they may fire upon you.”
“It matters not. Their weapons will have no effect. They will try to take you, for you have broken their law. Because of laws, they will not let you go. Prison is where you will end up. There, you will wither away as shrubs on a bush. I had one jump to this world to save you. Now we must find Gros Cave. The cave is the door to Zaylen, home. Without us there,
Ager will rise again.”
“That is my fault. I should have allowed you to kill him, but I didn’t.” “It is because of the good in you. Good, however, can only go so far. Ager, just as these humans, will and have taken you for granted.”
“Just let me talk to them.”
“Okay. My breath will echo your voice so all may hear.”
“Ready? My name is Kalera, I was born in this city right down the street at what was once Charity Hospital. I love this city. I love my family and friends. I have had some confusion about how I left this world and how I returned. But this great beast will do anything to protect me. You can’t hurt it. Your weapons will not harm it. All you will manage to do is to destroy yourselves. The choice is yours. Stand down!
“A blue dragon is standing in my neighbor’s front yard! Live, I hope you are getting this. THERE IS A BLUE DRAGON IN THE F’ing YARD!” Screams the guy next door.
Helicopters maneuvering up and down back and forth hovering above my home. The Army National Guards have now been joined by Marines, FBI, and the NSA evacuating homes and have surrounded at least a three-mile radius.
“You may not want to raise your voice toward me,” Kalera suggests to the chief.
“Call them off.” She orders.
“I have orders. And those orders are to take you and this thing into custody.” He yells through the chaos.
Maintaining the scene proved problematic for them as people were running through the streets with their cellphone cameras. The military warned the media circus, but it was too late. By now, America, and the entire world were fixed on Rocheblave Street in New Orleans.
Staring into the eyes of my dragon, I knew we had to make a move, and get Xavgon out of here. It would be easy for us to fly away, but what about Zaron? I could not just abandon him. Deep in my thoughts, Xavgon speaks.
“Do you trust me? He asks.
“Of course,” Kalera responds.
As he filled me in on his plan, the ground begins to rumble, and this time it wasn’t Xavgon. The military ordered a tank to be brought in. It was clear there would be no peaceful resolution. They were willing to destroy a neighborhood and possibly kill innocents in order to contain him.
“Do it. Do it now.” Kalera commands.
Xavgon takes a deep breath, holding it for ten seconds as the police chief warns.
“You have until the count of five to surrender or we will be forced to destroy you and your dragon.”
He begins to count as Xavgon opens his ferocious mouth speaking an incantation.
Whistling sounds erupt as dark cloud rolls in blocking out the sun. Then stillness. Everyone and everything in the vicinity were locked in place. Xavgon looks to me for approval.
“How long do we have?” She asks.
“I cannot say, but we must get out of here.” He replies.
Turning the knob, I find him staring out of the window.
“KALERA, WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?” He yells.
I was just relieved that he was not frozen like the others, but his tone worries Xavgon.
“He wishes for you to lower your voice when speaking to me.” Kalera whispers.
“Okay, I won’t shout, but I am sure it won’t stop the gigantic monster
from hearing me. Kalera, dragons have always been myths. Now they are real. Where does it come from? You brought it here.”
“I don’t know if I brought him here.”
“It, not him.”
“What you refer to is my son.”
“What? Your son? You sound psycho. I watched you for three years!
Your body remained in the bed of the hospital and your bedroom.”
“It matters not. He is real and here at this very moment. That is all the proof you need. Now, did you call Musfall?”
How I had missed Musfall, one of my most trusted friends. By now everyone will have seen Xavgon. He could not go flying around the country. I had to do something, and Musfall was my only hope.
“Our government will use it and destroy you.” Zoran says.
“They won’t have any luck. There is only one way he can die, and it is
best you don’t know it. How long before he gets here? We don’t have much time.” Kalera asks.
“Soon.” Zoran answers.
“After meeting with him, I would like to see Romulus.” Kalera replies.
“He misses you dearly; I am sure as much as I miss you.” Zoran whispers.
He walks over and gently takes my hand into his.
“I don’t care about my doppelganger Jessup or this world you seek. I only care about you. I love you.” Zoran assures.
Before the police and military arrived, I had a little time to tell Zoran about Jessup and how I had fallen in love with him. I felt it was only right, but Zoran could hardly bear it, as he tried to understand the strangeness of the situation.
“A man is approaching, Mother.” Xavgon informs.
“Musfall is here.” She states.
“Who is it?” Asks Kalera.
“Xavgon, he is a friend.” She confirms.
“Kalera! Come here!”
They embraced as long-lost cousins.
“My girl, out there is everyone. FBI, NSA, police, military—
you name it. I must say, I like the position they are in.” He laughs.
“I take it you saw what happened.”
“My lovely, it’s on everything—Facebook, Insta, Snapchat. You can’t
hide this big guy.” He says.
Exactly the reason I called on him is to hide my dragon. Musfall was known as a magic man, but he is a practicing Voodoo Priest. At times I struggle to believe for Voodoo clashes with my Christian faith, but Musfall convinces me of his world of great magic.
“You know the world as a traveler, I need to know, have you heard of the Gros Cave?” Kalera asks.
“I have, but for all I know, it may be buried or sunken. You see, it’s
a cave of great power to those who believe, and it will take great power to find the entrance. Why do you seek it?” He asks.
“The cave will lead us back to Zaylen. Xavgon’s home. My home.” Kalera explains.
“My girl, this is your home. It matters not. If you need to find it, I will help you.” He cries.
“I knew you were the man to call.” She responds.
“We start here in the French Quarter. If we are lucky, we will find a
clue that leads to the next.” He explains.
Walking to the window Musfall glares at Xavgon.
“What are we going to do about your dragon? He just can’t go flying around the world.” Laughs Musfall.
“I can turn him into a pendulum. You can wear it around your neck
like an amulet, only it will swing. When you need him, say cazuel, and your dragon will take his true form.” He suggests.
“Zoran, what do you think?” Kalera asks.
“This is crazy, but if it can be done . . . Whatever.”
“Let me go out and speak to him.” Kalera replies.
Before walking out of the back door, Xavgon was already communing with me telepathically. I know you do not agree, but they will tear this world apart to get to you. My friend there can cast a great spell to make you smaller. You know it’s the right thing to do.
More importantly, we both know this spell will wear off soon. We must do something else. Something more permanent.
Xavgon and I stood there for a moment thinking and it was decided.
He will use his Dred power to wipe their memories and my world’s social media technology. Leaving no trace of him. But it will wear off, and when it does, they will resume their search and the world will once again know of his existence.
“Do it! But don’t wipe Musfall and Zoran.”
Xavgon closed his eyes and begins with a whisper.
The first incantation wore off and the officers and military had no idea why they were standing behind a blockade. Confused, and unable to see Kalera’s house, they begin to shuffle away.
Upon walking back inside, I find Musfall smoking his herbs and stirring
liquids into a soup I would have to drink.
I took the cup, staring at it for a moment. Here goes nothing and I gulped chocolate tasting liquid down.
After my consumption, Xavgon begins to morph, and within minutes, he is metal. Amazingly, he could still communicate with me.
Entering my bedroom and opening one of my draws, I removed a long chain that belonged to my mother. I pushed the chain through the hole and placed him around my neck.
Musfall and Zoran walk in.
“I can hear him.” Kalera says.
“Yes, you can. Remember, cazuel is all you say to bring him back, but there is something else. If you want to limit his size when he returns, you say cazuel minor, and he will be but a child. Say cazuel maleck, he will be but as a teen, and cazuel tod, and he will be but as a toddler. And when you want him to be him, just cazuel.”
We took some time to collaborate as I packed. First, we would head to Zoran’s and Musfall’s place. Then, to the St. Louis Cathedral to hopefully find the first clue.
It took about thirty minutes to reach Zoran’s. Upon entering I ran to my dog. We rolled all over the floor as Zoran packed. Not wanting to leave him behind again, Musfall came up with the idea of taking Romulus along as a companion dog.
It made sense. After all, I did adopt him after my mother died.
Having Xavgon, Zoran, Musfall, and Rome gave me hope again. Hope that we would find Gros. Time was on the move and I had no idea how much had passed in Zaylen. For all I knew, Ager could be on the move. He could have reformed his council, or worse, he could be sitting on the glass throne.
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