Dragon Lord of Kells

Dragon Lord of Kells by Brenda Weaver

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Bringing her thoughts back to the present, she was about to give up hope of finding any one alive when she heard a faint moan from behind her. She hurried over to the man. He was lying on his stomach, blood splattered everywhere on his armor. She felt his neck for a pulse. It was barely there below the surface, but it was there none the less. She stood and looked down at the man. He was very large. It would take all her strength and cunning to be able to move his massive body. Well, there was no help for it, she needed to turn him over and remove his armor so she could tend his wounds. With steady fingers, she grabbed the taut leather strips that held the armor together along the sides. There were five on either side, tied snugly to keep the armor from slipping. Once they were removed, it was by far a much easier task, slipping the armor off from first the backside. She knew as soon as she was able to turn him over onto his back, the rest of the armor would fall away. But then there was the task of removing the chain mail jerkin that he wore just beneath the armor. He was such a large man that she knew the jerkin would be too heavy for her to remove by herself. She would have to have him in a sitting position or all would be for naught. Gently as she could, she started pushing him over onto his back. He was unconscious so his weight was that of a dead man. He moaned softly, but didn't move. She had examined his back and found no wounds save for the arrow that protruded from his left shoulder and the nasty gash that bled 3

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from the back of his dark head, probably done when he had fallen from his horse, his helm coming loose and landing several feet from where he lay. She hoped she would be able to save him. Finally, with one last shove, over onto his back he went. She gasped in sudden recognition as she fell backward onto her backside.

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Dragon Lord Of Kells The Empowered Spirits Book 1 by Brenda J. Weaver

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental. Dragon Lord of Kells [The Empowered Spirits 1] COPYRIGHT © 2007 by Brenda J. Weaver All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. Contact Information: [email protected] Cover Art by Kim Mendoza The Wild Rose Press PO Box 708 Adams Basin, NY 14410-0706 Visit us at www.thewildrosepress.com Publishing History First Faery Rose Edition, 2007 Print ISBN 1-60154-143-0 Published in the United States of America

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Dedication I would like to dedicate this book and this poem in memory of Miriam Wright. A dear friend who lost her life trying to help those who lost everything during Hurricane Katrina We love and miss you... A Tear Fell By Brenda J Weaver In Memory Of Miriam Wright A tear fell when she was born, A star so bright had shone. A tear fell upon her first steps A heart filled with no regrets. A tear fell with her first broken heart That teaches us to be smart. A tear fell when she walked down the isle Her true love waiting with a smile, 7

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A tear fell when she lost that love That beckoned beyond the miles. A tear fell with her last whispered breath That crushed our hearts because of death Then a tear fell when we realized She was not alone, Her love was there to take her hand And guide her lovingly home. 2005

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From the mists of Aragon The Council of Twelve came forth To gather strength in forces and help To guide our course The way was paved with misting hands To gather all around A chance for peace upon our lands Instead of the evil crowned But wiser men were not yet born And labors they must pay Until the day a Dragon Lord Would come to save the day

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Chapter One In the mists before time, when the entire world was created, there lived within the old tomes of mankind, a legend. A legend that tells of humans and dragons and all the rest of life that the Gods and Goddesses dotted on this small grasp of land known as Earth. The Elves, with their magic voices, could be heard singing across the lakes and meadows of this beautiful land. Dwarves and Orcs, hammers ringing deep within the bowels of the mountains. There were countless other races and creatures all living peacefully among themselves until a great evil crossed this land with its icy shadow, clawing and scraping its poisonous venom among the peoples there. The ache and gruesome breath of these hated creatures grew stench, upon stench, as they crossed into our borders. We know them only as the blight that covers the light. A great mass of inhumane beings that slaughtered, used or killed what ever lay in their paths. It was as though they were spewed forth from the belly of a great volcano as it belched its fiery flames of molten rock toward the heavens. From the mists of Aragon a council of twelve appeared before the tribal chiefs. "Unite as one or lose all!" they warned. But the tribesmen would not heed their warnings. They chose instead to fight as single entities, neither winning nor losing, but just surviving in what was left. The council grew tired of their insults and rebellious natures and so, left them to their own destiny. When the 10

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council thought all would be lost and their kind died out forever, there came a bright flame from the dark shadows of the mists and a new legend was born. Dragon Lords they were called. Special spirits, gifted beyond what most mortals could perceive. They were the first of their kind to walk among men. They intrigued the Council of Aragon so the Council decided to let these humans fend for themselves and see where it would take them. Back into the mists of time they went, waiting for the new heir to rise strong against the evil that had been left to fester and grow within the minds of men. A new era was born.

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Chapter Two "Kailyn! Kailyn, where are you?" Drazell yelled as he ran through the halls of the smoking castle. They had been under attack now for nearly two hours and in all that time he had not had a chance to make sure his wife and daughter were safe. He was livid with rage that his own people would turn against him once he married outside of his class. Couldn't they see that he was in love for the first time in his life and happy with his choice? Why couldn't they leave them alone? "Kailyn!" he yelled again, searching each room as he quickly ran by. He started up the stone steps to the tower and hoped that was where she had decided to hide with their child. He burst through the huge wooden door and found her there, holding their small child in her arms, her eyes closed in concentration. "Kailyn..." She opened her eyes at the sound of his voice and went limp. He barely had time to catch her before she fell to the floor. Drazell helped his wife sit on the floor then encircled his family against his chest. "I am sorry Drazell, that I have caused you such pain," Kailyn said, as she leaned against him. He tightened his hold on her and gently rubbed the small head of his daughter, who lay sleeping in her mother's arms. "You have caused me no pain, my love. It is I who has allowed you to be surrounded by insensitive people that 12

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would do you and our child harm. How could I have been so blind?" "It will do us no good to fault what can not be changed." She sighed heavily, laying her head upon his strong shoulder. "I am growing weaker and will not be able to hold them back much longer." "Then we must leave and quickly. Once the shield is broken, they will burn us to the ground." Drazell stated as he helped his wife to a standing position. "But your home..." "It is only stone and mortar. I will be happy as long as we are together. Now hurry. Gather what few items we will need and meet me at the bolt hole." Kailyn nodded and went to do his biding. Drazell once more looked out the tower window. They were under siege and wouldn't last much longer. Even with their combined magic they would not be able to hold off their attackers. He should have taken Talyn's advice and kept to themselves some where far away from his people. Their brazen hatred of his wife was superstitious nonsense that he thought would pass with time but had now nearly cost him the lives of those he loved most dearly. Sometimes his brother did have good advice if he chose to listen. Talyn himself just recently married out of their cast, but he was smart enough to stay away so that they could be happy. He looked about the tower room before he left for good. This had been a sacred place for them both. Plying their magic, teaching their young daughter to curb her powers and 13

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learn the healing arts. Although Kira was just a babe of less than two years, she was very bright and learned quickly. He was proud of his young daughter and of his wife. They were the two brightest spots of light he had ever come across. Taking a deep breath, he hurriedly left the room behind and headed for the bolt hole. It was the only thing left to do. Kailyn was there waiting for him, a bag filled with necessities and their daughter in her arms, ready to leave. Drazell put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her against him, kissing her with all the love he possessed. If anything happened to her he would never forgive himself. Without another word, he slid away the bookcase that hid the passageway leading out and away from the castle. The tunnel was dark and damp. The only light coming from the torch he held in his hand as they entered it. It seemed they walked forever before they could make out the dim light at the end of the tunnel. Drazell handed Kailyn the torch as he quietly pushed aside the bushes that hid their escape route. "Stay here. I'll be back shortly," he told her, then he disappeared outside. It seemed like an eternity before he returned and Kailyn could breathe easier. "There is no one in sight but I don't want to take any chances. We will wait until dark and then head out." Drazell stated, taking the torch and putting it out. They wouldn't have to wait long for it was already getting dusk. "Da?" Came the small sleepy voice of Kira as she lay in her mother's arms. 14

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He picked her up and held her to him. His mind raced with alternatives. But he wasn't sure where to go from here. Where could he take his family that they would be safe? "We should go to the forest of Muir." Kailyn said as though she had read his mind, as she leaned against the cold wall of the tunnel. "But your people..." Drazell started. "No one can enter the forest of Muir without our letting them. We can hide there and no one will find us. As for my people, I do not think they are as cruel as yours have been. We should at least try, for Kira's sake." He looked down at his daughter, then nodded in agreement; it was settled. They would go to Kailyn's people. If that didn't work out, they would find a village far away. Perhaps soon they would be able to co-exist with someone who was not afraid of them or their powers. **** "Mother, what have you done!" Kailyn raged as she paced back and forth in her mother's cottage. "I have done nothing! You are the one that married the human. Did I not tell you he was worthless?" Meeka, Kailyn's mother rallied in her own defense. "He will return for us, mother! He loves us and there is nothing you can say or do to stop it." "If he loves you so much, why did he turn his back on the two of you? Did he not leave without telling you? He was tired of you, Kailyn. Tired of the hiding. Tired of trying to be something he was not. Good riddance, says I. Mark my 15

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words, you will never seen him again." Meeka stated with triumph. Tears filled Kailyn's eyes, but she refused to let them flow in front of her mother. Meeka may be the Grand Dame of their clan, but her heartless words were neither wanted nor accepted. Something had happened for Drazell to leave them behind. Her mother was wrong. He would return for them. She knew his love for them ran deep. If only he had confided in her. They could have left together and stayed together as a family. She quickly walked away from her mother's cottage, heading back to her own home. The home that she and Drazell had made for themselves this past year since leaving his castle. Her clan had not accepted them with open arms but neither had they turned them away. They had been allowed to build their own cottage and fend for themselves. It had been a very happy existence or so she had thought. Drazell never once spoke ill of her clan or the way they had been ignored, in fact, he had blessed them for letting them keep to themselves. So what had driven him to leave the forest? "Mama! Mama! Can I go play with ... mama, you're crying," Kira said as she rushed into their home. "Why are you crying, mama?" "Tis nothing, Kira. I just miss your father," Kailyn said, brushing the wetness from her cheeks. Kira put her arms around her mother and squeezed with all her might. 16

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"It's okay, mama. Da will be back soon. You will see." she said, looking up at her mother. "Yes, he will be. Kira, you must always remember how much your father and I love you. Never let anyone tell you otherwise." "I will mama." "Now go play. I think Jarin is waiting for you at the edge of the clearing." Kailyn told Kira, as she spotted her daughter's playmate. Kira gave her mother a sweet hug and kiss then left to romp in the forest with her friend Jarin. Kailyn could not believe their daughter was just past three and growing more beautiful with each passing day. Her heart was filled with much joy for the love of their daughter but also filled with too much sadness at the loss of her husband. He would return. If at all possible, she knew deep down, he would return for them. **** "What am I to do, mama? My hands seem to have a mind of their own!" Kira was ranting as she paced next to the creek while her mother sat on a rock and listened intently to her. Kailyn couldn't believe how much Kira had grown over these past years. Her beautiful coppery red hair flew in disarray around her daughter's shoulders. Kira's pretty green eyes showed crystal clear in her agitation. Kailyn sighed. "You must learn to control your temper, Kira. That is the only way you can control the power that lies within your hands. Remember, your powers are for healing, not for 17

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hurting, unless it is to protect yourself from harm," she told her daughter as she grabbed her hands and put little kisses on her palms. Kira bent her head and kicked at a pebble. She always loved the feeling of her mother touching her hands. No one ever tried touching her hands, not even her friend Jarin. They were all afraid of the power she held there. Kailyn bent her head side ways then patted the rock next to where she was sitting. "Okay, what else is wrong? I know that look Kira. Something else is bothering you." Kira sat down next to her mother and took a deep breath. This was not going to be easy. "I ... I have been having those dreams again," Kira stated, not looking at her mother. "Ah, I see." "They are the ones about the Dragon Lord. I do nae fully understand them mama," Kira said sadly. "You are only eight, my sweeting. You are not expected to understand something that is beyond your years. When you are older, you will know what they mean and how to handle them." Kailyn brushed back a lock of copper hair that had blown free of Kira's ties. "But, mama, my heart is happy when I dream of him. Is he real?" Kira asked with a hopeful expression on her face. "I do not know, sweeting. The Dragon Lords are very much a part of our history and our legacy, but I have never met one so I can not say for sure if they are real." Kailyn tried to sooth her young daughter. 18

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"Well, I think he is real. I also think that we are destined to cross paths." "If that is so, then one day, you may find out for sure. But for now, do not worry about your dreams, Kira. They are there to help you not frighten you." "I understand mama." "Now, I have something important to tell you." Kailyn smiled as light in her daughter's eyes shone brightly. "What is it?" "You will be starting your training with Master Balder in a few days." "Really? He doesn't mind if I am a female?" Kira asked with a puzzled look upon her young face. "No, he doesn't mind if you are a female. He was my teacher when I was your age." "I can hardly wait then!" "Come along, I will introduce you to him," Kailyn said, grabbing Kira's hand.

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Chapter Three "Ease up, Kira or you will break..." No sooner had the words left his mouth than the staff she was using splintered into a thousand pieces. "I am sorry, Master Balder," Kira stated as she bent over with hands on her knees trying to bring her heavy breathing back down to normal. "What am I going to do with you, my Lady? Every staff you have been given has splintered beyond recognition. You must learn to control your anger, Kira. Let it flow through you and use its energy. Do not let it control you." "I have tried, Master Balder. But it is hard." She panted, raising up to face him. "What set it off this time?" he asked as he escorted her to the well for a refreshing drink of water. "I'm not sure it was anything special. Just some old memories and dreams." She took the ladle from him and drank her fill of the cool water. The sacred water from the river Shannon filled her with energy and renewed vibrancy. They were lucky that a run off from the magnificent Shannon flowed through their woods, bringing its life and energy. "So, are you going to tell me or do I have to guess?" Master Balder asked as they headed for his training area. "It's getting close to the time that my mother died, that is all," she answered with a heavy sigh. "Kira, it has been many years since your mother's death. I would have thought by now you had come to terms with it." 20

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"So had I," she answered as she followed him in to the circle of stones that was his training area. "Ten years of grieving is too long, Kira. You must let it go or it will continue to consume you, then you will be of no use to anyone." "I know, Master Balder. But it is hard to let go of something when everything around you keeps those memories alive." "Humph," is all he said, then motioned for her to go to the center of the ring. "Show me your skills, Kira," he told her as he stood back to watch. She obediently did his bidding. She closed her eyes and lifted her hands toward the sky. She could feel the white hot heat coursing through her veins and into her hands. When she opened her eyes she was ready for the gauntlet. She started running the obstacle course that was set up within the ring. White-hot fire balled from her hands as she passed first one target then another. She jumped over a rock and threw a bolt of heat toward her target then landed and rolled to shoot at another target. She did this for more than half an hour as target after target and obstacles grew more dangerous. Finally the last target was taken care of and she landed square on her feet, not a scratch on her body. Today she had finally beaten the training. Kira bent over to gather more air into her lungs. This had been a tough lesson. Sweat beaded her body; her breaths came in short bursts, causing her ribs to hurt from the exertion. But she had done it! By the Goddess, she had finally 21

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met and conquered the training field. She was ecstatic about that turn of events. Drawing in her anger had actually worked this time. Maybe now she could actually put the past behind her and move on. "Very well met, my Lady," Master Balder remarked as he walked up to her. "Thank you." "I think it's time for you to spread your wings, Kira. I have done all that I can do as far as your training goes. There is nothing else that I can teach you." He led her out of the rings and back toward the cottage. He had grown quite fond of this young lady and would hate to see her leave, but he knew it was time. Her destiny was calling her and she had to be prepared for it and meet it head on if she were to use it to her advantage. That meant she had to leave the safety of the forest. "Leave? But, but where would I go?" she asked in astonishment. "Where do you want to go?" Kira didn't answer for a few moments. She knew where she was needed, but did she have the strength to go it alone? Alone. She was alone now except for Master Balder and Jarin. She knew she may not be welcome in the other world, but that is where her heart had been calling her for a very long time now. Only time would tell if her choice would be a good one. "When will you leave, my Lady?" Master Balder asked as they entered the cottage. 22

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"Tomorrow," is all she said as she set her mind toward her future. Master Balder took a deep breath and walked toward a tall cabinet. "So be it. But before you go, I want to give you this." He reached into the cabinet. Kira had wiped the sweat from her face and then laid the cloth down before turning toward him. Her eyes shone with wondrous joy as she looked upon a magnificently carved staff. "Oh, Master Balder! I couldn't! It would tear my heart out if I splintered it." He chuckled softly to himself as he caressed the perfect piece of wood before handing it to her. "This belonged to your mother and to her mother and to her mother before that. It has been in your family for many generations. If my memory serves me right, it is made of a wood known as Banyan. It came from a far away place. It was shaped and honed to perfection and then imbued with its magical quality. Only a descendant of the Tuatha can wield it. Your blood flows from their blood. "Before your mother left to marry your father, she had brought it back to me for safe keeping. She knew that one day it would be needed by her offspring. That day has arrived, Kira. It is now yours." Kira gingerly took the staff in her hands and felt the power of it instantly. She tested its balance by twirling it between her fingers then thrusting it beneath her arm in a jabbing motion then forward. It felt as though it was made just for her hand. 23

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"I wish I could have known my grandmother and what happened to her," Kira remarked softly, as she inspected her new weapon. "All things will be reveled in time, my lady," Master Balder stated hesitantly. "You have never mentioned my father before this day, Master Balder. Did you know him?" Kira asked as she looked up at him. "No, my Lady, I did not. I only know that he was a mighty wizard that dwelt within the human realm." "I wish I could remember him. I barely remember my mother and that is sometimes hard to take." She told him solemnly. "Faces fade with the passing of time, but memories are always kept within ones heart." Kira smiled warmly at her teacher. She would truly miss him the most when she was gone. She walked up to him and gingerly touched his hand. "Thank you, Master Balder, for everything. I will not forget you." Kira hugged him goodbye. Moments later she stood at the top of the cliff that overlooked her mother's village below. She had spent her whole life here among her mother's people. They had tolerated her because she was Kailyn's daughter. But they would have abandoned her otherwise. Her tainted blood was a cruel reminder of what had taken place many years ago. Come tomorrow her future was in her hands. She would leave the safety of her forest and venture to the realm of the humans. It was time to see how the other half of her blood 24

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Chapter Four "Please, Kira! Another story!" the children of her mother's village asked in unison. "Perhaps another time. Now off with you! You will miss your mid-day meal if you do not hurry," Kira teased them lightly. They waved at her as they left her perched upon the rock she had been sitting upon. "The children of the village love your stories, Kira," a strong male voice from behind her spoke up. She turned and smiled at the handsome young man that came toward her. "Jarin, you have returned," she said happily as she threw her arms around him. He returned the hug most generously and then set her back onto her feet. "When must you return to your home Kira? We have not as yet had a chance to visit." Jarin took her by the wrist. They walked toward the small stream that ran alongside his encampment. A gentle breeze floated by and caught a wisp of her copper red hair, teasing the tendril as it played lazily across her softly glowing cheek. "Soon, I'm afraid. I have been here for nearly a week. I must be getting home before I am missed overly much. The overlord of that region is a heavy task master. He has this insatiable need to know where his people are and what they are doing at all times. It 'tis hard for me at times to understand his thinking or the ways of the humans," she answered on a heavy sigh. "I wish you would reconsider and come back here to live. It is not safe out there for you. You know how they treat you 26

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and I can not be around to protect you all the time," he turned to look at her. "I am a woman grown. Although I love your protection I can take care of myself if need be. What good is it to have special gifts if one stays locked away from others to whom she could help? Nay, I must be on my own. My destiny is out there somewhere. Not here, locked away within the confines of our forest." "You make it sound like a prison," he retorted uneasily, shifting nervously onto his other foot. A habit he'd picked up as a child. "Nay, not a prison, but you know yourself that no one can enter our forest for help without our permission and we do not give permission to outsiders. So, how can we help the humans if we do not go to them?" she gazed up at him warmly. "Hmph, humans! The word leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Most of these humans are worthless creatures that have forgotten how to live. They are peasants in the worst sense of the word. How they can live in squalor is beyond me. Their misery is contagious. It affects everyone and everything that comes into contact with them. They war amongst themselves, they have no love for the land that they live on and they destroy everything that does not please them or that they do not understand." Jarin ground out in frustration as he paced back and forth, his irritation showing greatly. "Then is it not up to us to help these humans and teach them the way rather than deny their existence as they deny 27

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ours?" she asked softly, the corners of her mouth wearing a hint of a smile. "Teach all you want Kira, 'twill do no good. These people are ignorant and ignorance breeds fear and fear breeds dissention. It is better to stay within our own land than venture into another's land. All it will cause is heartache for you and worry for me." "Dear Jarin, I promise that I will be careful. But I must follow my heart and help as many souls as I can. That is what I was born to do." Kira smiled up at him once he stopped his frantic pacing. "You were born to marry me," he stated quietly, gently cupping her cheek in his hand. "Please, let us not go into that again. I love you dearly Jarin, but as a friend. You are the brother that I never had. Though our blood is different 'tis still the same. We are blood in here, within our hearts. I could never marry you," she said almost sadly, turning away from him. Jarin took a deep breath and sighed heavily. The pain that filled his heart was great, but he would not push her. She had made up her mind. There was naught more he could say or do but grieve for his loss. "Please, forgive me, Kira." Jarin grabbed her by the wrist to still her escape. "But ever since you were born I have dreamt of us together. I suppose deep down I knew it could never be. The union would not prosper the clan. Besides, you are destined for a greater life than I can give you. But I had hoped." 28

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"Life as a healer is all that my destiny holds for me Jarin. I would dare ask no more from the Fates," she replied. "But I have noticed that a certain young lady has had her eye on you for a very long time now," Kira said slyly, changing the subject all together. "Hmph! You must be referring to Mira." Jarin acknowledged with a slight grin. "Ah, I see you have noticed her as well. She is quite a beauty. Plus, she is pure of blood. I would think that would make a great difference." "Yes, my family is quite pleased that she is interested in me. But she pales in comparison to you. Though you are half human, your blood still runs as mine," he stated, baring his heart one last time. Jarin put up a hand to still her objections knowing that nothing could come of their union. Although she was tolerated by all, her tainted blood could not be mixed within the clan. Therefore she was an outcast, not of her choosing but what the Fates had chosen to give her. "I have decided to marry Mira, for it will please the clan. She is a good woman and I feel that she loves me. Though I can not say I love her, for my heart is here with you. But I will be good to her and she will want for nothing as long as there is breath in my body. So fear not, you are forever safe from my advances, dear sister," he smiled warmly. "Perhaps in time you will be able to give her your heart, for it is not mine to keep safe," Kira answered softly. "Perhaps ... in time," he stated solemnly. 29

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There was nothing else to say, Jarin realized, as he finally gave in to the reality of their situation. She would never be his to hold and protect. She would never bear his children or cradle him in her arms as they shared their passions or as they grew old together. The time had come to let go and move on. She had made that quite clear and he would honor her decision, but, by the Fates, he loved her with every ounce of breath within his body. He would gladly give up everything to have her as his own. He supposed she knew that. He knew in her own way she loved him too but they each had a different road that destiny had set them upon. Aye, he would honor her wishes if that would make her happy, for she had had little happiness in her young life. Kira's smile ran all the way to her eyes and heart at this news. Jarin was like a brother to her and she knew her destiny did lie beyond this forest. She knew not what lay out there for in truth she did not want to temp the Fates against her, but she also knew she had to be there to find out and hope for the best. So far it had been a quiet existence except for a few mishaps that had worked themselves out. She knew that Jarin worried about her but his place was here amongst his people, not out there where he was hated by the humans as much as he hated them in return. "Come. You are the first that I have told of my decision. I wish you to be present when I tell my family," he stated, as they headed back toward the village. 30

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Kira knew that this was a step in the right direction. Jarin had always been there for her and he still would be. But it was time that he had a family of his own to nurture and protect. He would soon take his place within the High Council of the Clan and she knew the match would be highly regarded. Kira was so happy that Mira had caught his eye. She was a lovely lass, around eighteen, with beautiful white-blonde hair and gorgeous gray-green eyes. Yes, she and Jarin would have beautiful children between them. She lifted her face to the sky. Change was in the air. The feast of Beltane was only a week away and the seasons were changing rapidly. A soft shiver ran down her spine. A warning of ... of what? She could not quite put her finger on it but something was going to happen and soon. She shrugged off the feeling of dread and walked back to camp alongside Jarin. She knew she would return for the feast and honor Jarin and his clan on his wedding day. She would not miss it for anything.

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Chapter Five 'Twas the night of May 14, the year 1092; just a fortnight past the feast of Beltane. Sir Rowan of Locks Glen paced uneasily in front of the low burning fire that graced the large hall of his family home. The old stone castle still stood vigil over the lands as it had done for over two hundred years now. It had seen its fair share of wars and had endured. Sir Rowan sighed heavily as he turned to gaze out one of the tall narrow windows that lined the east wall of the castle. Below, in the courtyard, his men busily went about readying the horses and supplies they would need on their journey. A crisp spring breeze whipped steadily through the courtyard as evening began to fall, adding to the sense of dread that wrapped its arms securely about his soul. This should be a time of joy; time to welcome the coming of good crops and new babes to the villages. New marriage contracts should be negotiated; lands should be made ready for new crops, not this waiting on the harbinger of death as he was doing now. The killing had to end and soon. He was sick unto death of it. There had to be a way to call a truce to this madness his brother had struck upon him. Too much was at stake not to give it another try. Rowan was the last of a long line of Dragon Lords that served this region called Kells. His sire had died two winters ago, leaving the heavy burden of lordship in his hands. Rowan had only been twenty and five at that time, certainly capable of handling the affairs of lordship, but duly unprepared to handle war along with it. He hadn't even had time to seek out 32

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a wife, to ensure that the line would continue upon his death. No, if he died in battle this day or the next, there would be no more Dragon Lords of Kells to watch over the land and its people. He would leave behind a broken trust that had stood strongly entwined for generations. "'Tis time tae go, Rowan," a voice from the doorway intruded upon his thoughts. "Thank you, Angus. I will be along shortly." Rowan answered without turning around. Angus stood there in silence for a moment longer, watching the man he considered more of a brother than just a friend and his liege lord. He and Rowan had been friends since childhood. Growing up together with Rowan had been something Angus would always remember fondly. He had been orphaned soon after his eighth birthday, having to fend for himself after his mother had died from a fever. Angus was never sure who his father had been. His mother had just said that Angus was given to her by a guardian. Whatever that meant, she would never say otherwise. Rowan had been his friend even before his mother had passed and when Angus became alone, he had talked his father into bringing Angus into the castle to be his playmate. Although the old lord was a hard nosed leader, he did relent saying only that Angus must earn his keep. So Angus had learned to be a soldier right along with Rowan and today was Rowan's right hand man. Angus had always been the rowdier of the two, even though Rowan was nigh onto a foot taller than Angus's own 33

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five feet ten inches. With the differences in their sizes you would have thought their roles would have been reversed but no, Rowan always hated fighting and usually talked his way out of one. But when the chips were down there was no other that Angus would rather have covering his backside. Aye, they complimented each other in more ways than not. They had been through some tough times together and now didn't seem to be any different. As Angus watched his friend in silence his heart grew heavier than usual. These past two years had been rough on Rowan that was for sure. He had lost his sire and mother in a bloody battle that should never have happened. He knew Rowan still blamed himself for their loss, even though there had been no way Rowan could have prevented it whether he had been here or not. They had been out to sea, just coming back from a long year's journey to gather spices, silks and the lot for trade. But when they had returned, it was a bloody battle that answered the homeward call. Aye, this damnable war was taking its toll on the lord of Locks Glen. "Was there something else, Angus?" Rowan remarked, still looking out the window. "Och, mon. Do you really need tae hear the words again?" Angus answered a spite more harshly than he had intended to. "I forbid the assassination of my half-brother, Harper." Rowan answered solemnly. "But if the bugger were dead, this war would die too!" Angus spit out angrily. 34

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"I will nae shed the blood of my kinsman! That is final!" Rowan replied heatedly as he spun around to face Angus. "Yer just as stubborn as yer da was! Look what happened tae him!" Angus yelled, his anger and frustration starting to unfold. "My vow was made. I will nae dishonor it by spilling the blood of my brother!" Rowan sighed heavily, thinking back to that time not so long ago; the day he and Angus returned home from their long trek from the other side of the world that lay across the enormous seas. They had been so happy to be back. Their ride from Tara to Locks Glen had seemed like it took them forever to reach their goal, they were in such a hurry to get home. But as they crested the hill that overlooked their valley, the devastation that met their eyes felt to Rowan as though a sword had pierced his heart. The village was still smoldering from heavy fires and the castle beyond was not in much better shape. Quickly they raced their horses toward the castle, dread filling their souls. Once inside the bailey, Rowan jumped from his horse and ran up the steps to the great hall. He had passed body after body while the living did their best to clean up the after effects of the battle that looked like it had just taken place. '"Father! Mother!" Rowan yelled as he entered the upheaval of the hall. One of his father's men at arms told him that Harper had attacked them just hours before and that his parents had been killed. Their bodies were laying in the chapel ready for burial. 35

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With his heart heavy, Rowan walked to the chapel. Tears misted his eyes but he held it inside. He knew he could not let the pain and anguish out or he would score a bloody path all the way to Harper's stronghold. Angus stayed by the chapel door to let Rowan have some private time with his grief. He knew first hand how it felt to lose a parent and Rowan had lost both at once. The pain could be devastating to the young Lord if he allowed it to fester. "I will kill Harper for this out rage!" Rowan swore. "How could he do this to them?" anguish laced his voice. Then Rowan heard a small voice at the back of his mind that suddenly sobered his grief. His mother's words rushed to the forefront of his memory and he held his head in utter defeat. "The vow, Rowan ... remember your vow..." Then the sweet lilt of her voice faded into nothingness... "Och! I swear the men of Locks Glen have all lost their wee minds! Yer half-brother cares not a wit about yer vows, dear Rowan, or have ye not noticed?" Angus asked, raising a reddish-blonde bushy eye brow in a sarcastic way. "Aye, I've noticed." Rowan answered more calmly, bringing him out of his reverie. "Then tell me what the difference is in assassinating the devil or killing him in battle? Either way he needs tae be put asunder." "Aye, he does, but there is no honor in slaying your brother while he sleeps. If I should do this or send some one tae do this, then I am nae better than Harper." 36

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Angus heaved a heavy sigh. Rowan's honor meant more to him than life itself. He had always said that "a mon isna a mon without honor". Deep down he knew that Rowan was right, but it still did not ease the dread that threatened to swallow him whole. Then there was the vow to not harm Harper unless it was absolutely necessary, that Rowan had made to his mother the last time he had seen her. A vow that now threatened Rowan's own life and the legacy of the Dragon Lords. Here lately, Angus had been having some very bad dreams or visions, whichever you wanted to classify them. Darkness was surrounding Rowan and Angus was afraid it would swallow him whole. Angus's broad shoulders slumped in dismal defeat. Rowan had made his point bluntly and pointedly clear. "Then I canna talk ye out of this fool hardy adventure?" Angus tried one last time. "Nay. You will stay here and guard Locks Glen while I go and try tae settle this upheaval between my brother and me. This war has got tae end or neither side will win," Rowan answered. He picked up his helm from the desk beside him that was near the window he'd been looking out of, then walked past Angus, but not before resting his hand on his friend's shoulder. "If 'tis my time tae go Angus, 'tis naught that I can do about it." "Be careful, Rowan," Angus stated, grabbing Rowan's arm in farewell. "Do nae worry about Locks Glen. 'Twill be safe in my hands until ye return." 37

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"Och! That I am sure of, but what of the lassies in my absence?" Rowan smiled broadly easing the tension that had fallen between them. "Ah, well, that be another matter all together!" Angus answered as he slapped a hand on his friends shoulder and walked Rowan out to the courtyard. **** It was going to prove to be a long night. The beautiful half moon was now covered in dancing black and gray clouds as the wind picked up its swirling mass. It looked as though it would pour down rain at any moment as Rowan and a small detachment of his men hurried on toward the Shannon. Once they crossed that raging torrent near Tara, they could proceed on toward Harper's stronghold at Glendaugh Castle. Glendaugh Castle was an impressive fortress. It had been standing in the same spot for well over two hundred years. When the Huns had invaded this land they had built it to withstand any assault their enemies could throw at them. It had been breeched once when the powerful Huns had fallen. Now Rowan had to conquer that fortress again, one way or another. Harper had been ten and two when Rowan had been born. Right from the start they had been rivals. Harper had been the soul heir to the Glendaugh fortune. After Harper's father died, his mother married Rowan's father, bringing with her the mass dowry of the Glendaugh estate. It had been a love match and Harper had felt betrayed. He knew his parents had only tolerated each other; after all, his father was quite old 38

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when Harper was conceived. His mother tried to make him a part of the new family, but he had been jealous of Rowan as soon as he had been born. To Harper's way of thinking, a sister would have been preferable to a brother. With a sister he could have easily married her off to some lord in a far away place and then kept both land holds to himself. But that was not the case. Rowan's father had been generous in allowing Harper the lordship of Glendaugh, but since Harper thought it his anyway, it just put up another barrier in which to grow dissention amongst the brothers. Harper had never been satisfied with his half of the fortune. He was a greedy bastard that grew deadlier with each passing year. Not only did Harper want to rule the Glendaugh estates, but he also wanted the small hamlet of Kells to add to his treasure trove of lands. The long line of Dragon Lords that protected Kells and its surrounding hamlets would end with Rowan's death since he had no heir. He was sure that was what kept Harper going strong with this war between them. Not having an heir ate at Rowan constantly. He should have taken the time to get a wife and make sure the lineage would live on. Wasn't that the reason he went away to begin with? His da told him to travel the world and find someone to bring home with him. He had not wanted to leave his home, being only eighteen summers at the time, but his da thought it would help him to grow as a man. So Rowan had been shipped off to an adventure of a lifetime taking his best friend, Angus, with him. 39

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They had boarded one of the High King's ships outside of Tara never realizing that things would be different on their return. And return they did, grown men with much to tell of their adventure and Rowan without a wife—to find his parents slain by the hand of his step brother. Rowan had returned just in time to save his home and lands from Harper's greedy hands, but not in time for his sire and dame. The horror and grief that had pervaded his senses still stung if he thought of it too long and too often. If only they had returned a day earlier and he had brought a wife to show his parents that the lineage would live on in her womb. It was too late to think of that error now. Rowan had wanted to fall in love before marrying. He wanted a loving and sincere relationship with his wife but he had found no suitable women on his trek of adventure. In fact, the only women he had the pleasure of meeting were not the kind to bring home as a wife. Now, with this war, he had no time at all to even think of marriage, let alone find a suitable woman and fall in love, if that were even possible. Although there had been plenty of maids to warm his bed he had found none to which he had wanted to spend the rest of his days with. Rowan hoped that he and Harper could end this war without their blood being spilled, but a feeling of foreboding engulfed him the closer he rode toward his destination and his destiny. This would be the end of the war if Rowan had anything to say about it. If Harper would not listen to reason then Rowan would call him out for a one on one battle. His 40

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honor would be appeased and to the victor would go the spoils. Rowan did not want to kill his brother, but too many lives were at stake. No. This visit to Glendaugh Castle would end the war, one way or another. **** The small detachment had ridden all night, cut across the river Shannon, near Tara, then cut south toward Glendaugh Castle. The rain had stopped and the wind had died down just within the last hour or so. In another hour they would reach Harper's castle and with it the light of day and then the uneasiness of the night would fade away with the darkened sky. The forest of Muir loomed darkly in front of them as they slowed their steeds to a more leisurely pace. Rowan wasn't looking forward to riding through the forest in the dark. They had all heard tales of the little folk and the demon dwarves that inhabited this particular forest. Even though he wasn't superstitious, he was cautious by nature. Going through woods in the night did not bode well with him at all, regardless of the lore he had heard. It was strategically a very bad move but he had no other choice at the moment as the darkening shadows of the forest loomed closer. If he waited until day break he may not be in time to stop Harper's army from advancing across the Shannon. No, they must press on. Time was running out. As they entered the shadowy woods, Rowan could feel the hair at the nap of his neck start to quiver, a sign of danger he 41

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had long ago learned to trust, but before he could react, it was too late. A shrill cry out of the darkness broke the eerie silence as they entered the realm of the damned. **** Rowan drew his sword but before he knew it, they were being attacked from all sides. The clashing of swords, maces pounding upon shields and tormented cries of his men filled the air; war axes hit their death blows, turning the wee morning hours into a hellish nightmare. The shrilling sounds of arrows rustling through the wind caught Rowan's attention albeit a little too late to be able to dodge the deadly onslaught. An arrow penetrated his thick metal armor and went through his left shoulder, while another one pierced his right upper thigh. As the impact of the arrows hit their marks he was simultaneously knocked from his horse. The blow to his head sent his helmet flying. He landed with a heavy thud upon the ground. Blood ran down into his eyes and everything turned black. **** "He's dead your lordship! I saw it with me own eyes!" a man ran up to Harper as he sat astride his war horse, watching the onslaught from the small hill a few hundred yards away. The sky had barely turned pink, casting just enough light to see what was actually happening. Harper sneered at the ugly toad in front of him. He had detested using these vile creatures to bring down Rowan's 42

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men, but Griffin had said they would do an excellent job for the right price. They looked and smelled of dung heaps, these over large pieces of flesh that kept his mines running smoothly. What was it Griffin had called them? Ah yes, Trolls, which in the druidic language meant Earth Dwellers, he mused with loathing. A species of guttural refuge that was kept working in the mines to deliver large quantities of iron and precious other metals. Although he detested these things, it seemed as though they had earned their money this day. "Show me!" Harper demanded, as he followed the minion toward what was left of the fighting. Harper's heart beat a thunderous rhythm as he kicked away would be attackers that strayed into his path. This was far too easy, he mused as he drew near the spot where Rowan lay. He brought his horse around to the side of Rowan's fallen steed and looked down at the blood soaked body of his half-brother. Harper watched Rowan a few moments but he saw no movement, then slowly, maliciously, he grinned from ear to ear. His unearthly dark looks grew darker as he roared with laughter befitting a lunatic. He then drew up his horse and shouted for his men to follow him to Locks Glen, where he would take his rightful place as the new Lord of Kells.

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Chapter Six Kira awoke with a start. The dream had been so real, she searched her surroundings to see if she was still alone. She was. She lay back down on her pallet and heaved a sigh of relief, her heart beating a rapid pace as she tried to calm herself. She laid her arm across her closed eyes and tried to center her thoughts. This time the dream had been so real she thought that it had actually happened. It had really scared her, thinking that harm had come to him. She had been having these dreams more often of late. What did they mean? She remembered her mother telling her as a small child that when she was older she would know the meanings of them. But so far they had eluded her. For the most part, she could only remember bits and pieces of it. Although, if she were to put all the pieces together, the puzzle would become whole, she was very sure of at least that much. Since she had been a little girl, the dreams had started and grown in intensity. Her heart and soul was connected to these powerful dreams, of that she was certain. She felt that the man in her dreams was hers to protect. In what capacity, she still wasn't sure and although they had met often in dreams, she had never laid eyes upon him in this realm. But alas, they were only dreams. She hoped one day to make sense out of all this mystery, but today was not the day. She lay back down for a moment to shake off the dream and think about where life had taken her. 44

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She liked living alone among the humans, healing their ailments when they ventured forth to her cottage. The ache she would oft times feel by being alone she simply suppressed. No need in wishing for things that could not be. But being alone wasn't that bad, not really. She had a fair amount of freedom, to come and go as she pleased. The lord that ruled this land wasn't a very good one, but at least he kept his distance from her and only summoned her occasionally for her services as a healer. For that she was quite grateful. She didn't care for him nor his right hand man, Griffin. Neither of them looked at her as anything more than a toy to be played with, although neither one had touched her as of yet. For the last twenty-one years of her life she had known there was only one man for her and she knew he was beyond her reach, except in her dreams; so when she was with Harper or Griffin, she walked with apprehension and unease. She didn't want to fight them, but fight she would if they decided that they wanted more from her than she was willing to give. Dawn was just breaking the sky, bringing with it a gloriously beautiful day. The stormy weather from last night left a slight chill in the air, causing a fine mist to hover about the trees in the forest. She sighed heavily and rose back up. The rustling tree tops gave her goose bumps as she scanned the woods around her one more time. Something was just not right. She could feel the unbalanced state of the forest. She quickly got up and gathered her things together. She should have gone all the way home last night instead of 45

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stopping here to rest. But she had been bone weary and the rain was pounding so hard she could barely see in front of her. The small shelter that she had constructed out of fallen branches and leaves had served its purpose well, keeping the rain from drenching her further. She grabbed a slice of smoked meat and some bread from her bag that she had slung across her shoulder, then, picking up her staff and throwing her cloak about her, she proceeded down the path toward home. The hand-fasting celebration for Jarin and Mira had lasted for over a fortnight. There had been many different rituals to perform before the actual ceremony itself could be fulfilled. The first week was part of the fasting ceremony to cleanse the mind, body and soul of each participant. They had to be cleansed in the Circle of Fire Ritual. That was when the council allowed their shaman to build a fire in a special hut covered with many furs. The young couple were stripped of their clothing and sequestered in the hot hut together for several hours while the shaman repeated sacred druidic words over them. It was strictly forbidden for them to touch while their bodies were detoxifying. Then the Circle of Water Ritual had to be performed. The way to do this was to immediately leave the hot hut and go to the sacred pool of water down by the stream. The sacred pool was a hot springs pool in a natural outcropping of rocks just past the stream that ran through the forest. The couple would walk side by side while the shaman walked behind them chanting yet more sacred words. They were not allowed to look at each other or touch until they 46

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arrived at the pool. Once there, the young couple got in and held hands to form a symbolic circle of trust between them. Thusly they would sit with eyes closed to cleanse their minds of impurities. Once that was done they had to wait for the next day to do the next two rituals which consisted of Air and Earth. On the third day Spirit was taken care of. The five elements of our being consisting of East which is fire, South which is air, West which is water, North which is earth and center which is Spirit must all be taken care of in the druidic way for there to be harmony and happiness during their lives together. Then from the fourth day until the actual day of the handfasting, there was feasting aplenty. Ale and wine ran like water; there were games and tournaments with food abundantly spread out for their enjoyment. Finally, the day the young couple had waited long for arrived. The ceremony was held in the woods near a brook while the old druidic shaman hand-fasted them to one another. So the first year of their lives began. As it was a symbol of their eternal love, the hand-fasting lasted only one year, thirteen months to be exact. By ceremonial decree, once that year was past and the couple acknowledged the marriage, it could not be revoked except by death. Kira sighed, remembering that sweet day, a warm smile curving her lips. Jarin and Mira had looked so happy. They were well suited to one another and she was happy that Jarin had found someone that he could start his family with. No longer did she need to worry about him being alone or lonely 47

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when she was away. Their paths had finally split, each going to their own destiny. Kira had traveled for the better part of an hour in the forest before unease started surrounding her. She slowed her pace and warily searched the woods about her, holding her staff in a defensive manner. Suddenly the wind shifted and the smell that came with it nearly sent her stomach to losing its morning reprieve. Kira stopped where she was to gain her stability, leaning against a mighty oak to gather her senses. The smell of death engulfed her until she thought she would go mad trying to extinguish the panic that rose swiftly in her breast. She fell to her knees and tried desperately to fill her lungs with the sweet breath of life. By the gods, what has happened here? She thought frantically. Slowly she took a deep breath, stilling the nausea, willing herself to stay calm. Once that was accomplished she stood up and searched until she finally found the first body. Kira slowly walked toward it and then spied another body and then another. A horrific battle had taken place here not too long ago. She searched among the dead, trying desperately to find any who may still be alive. Among the human remains she also found the bodies of a few trolls and dwarves. She had heard rumors that they could be bought for a price but she hadn't really believed it until this very moment. To hire these pathetic creatures to do someone's dirty work was unimaginable. Whoever did hire them was a vile, ruthless human being that would do anything to get what 48

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he wanted. The man that ruled these lands came to mind and she shuddered. Harper, the lord of Glendaugh Castle. Aye, he was as ruthless as they came, so she had been told by countless villagers she had encountered. She remembered the first time that she ever laid eyes upon him and his lackey, Griffin. They had been hunting in the woods near her cottage. She had been at her well pulling water when they entered her courtyard, a deer flung across each horse's neck, blood dripping to the ground. She had been leery of them both but had stood her ground. Harper had introduced himself as her lord and had pursued her ever since, but so had the lackey, Griffin, harassing her as often as he could. She had told them both she had no interest in either of them; she was but a simple healer and wished to be left alone. Harper for the most part did leave her to her own devices but still made himself known every time he summoned her to the castle. The evil that emitted from him made bile rise in her throat each time he was around, but she knew enough about him to not let her real emotions show through. She was sure he would try to play upon her sensibilities and enslave her for his own uses. She would never allow that to happen. For now he had been content to leave her be, but for how long she wasn't sure. Griffin frequently paid her visits and repeatedly she had to fend off his advances. She knew he was growing quite mean tempered and wouldn't be able to hold him at bay much longer. She felt the only reason he hadn't forced himself upon her already was because he was 49

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afraid of his master and perhaps, deep down, he was also a little afraid of her powers as well. Harper was a cunning and deviously inhumane man. From what she had heard from the villagers, he always got what he wanted and she would be wise to leave his lands while she still could. But she couldn't leave the people that she had come to help, no matter what they thought of her or her fear that the Glendaugh would take away her freedom. Perhaps, if she were lucky, he would lose interest and go about his business. If not, then she would seek shelter in another region of this land. Bringing her thoughts back to the present, she was about to give up hope of finding any one alive when she heard a faint moan from behind her. She hurried over to the man. He was lying on his stomach, blood splattered everywhere on his armor. She felt his neck for a pulse. It was barely there below the surface, but it was there none the less. She stood and looked down at the man. He was very large. It would take all her strength and cunning to be able to move his massive body. Well, there was no help for it, she needed to turn him over and remove his armor so she could tend his wounds. With steady fingers, she grabbed the taut leather strips that held the armor together along the sides. There were five on either side, tied snugly to keep the armor from slipping. Once they were removed, it was by far a much easier task, slipping the armor off from first the backside. She knew as soon as she was able to turn him over onto his back, the rest of the armor would fall away. But then there was the task of 50

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removing the chain mail jerkin that he wore just beneath the armor. He was such a large man that she knew the jerkin would be too heavy for her to remove by herself. She would have to have him in a sitting position or all would be for naught. Gently as she could, she started pushing him over onto his back. He was unconscious so his weight was that of a dead man. He moaned softly, but didn't move. She had examined his back and found no wounds save for the arrow that protruded from his left shoulder and the nasty gash that bled from the back of his dark head, probably done when he had fallen from his horse, his helm coming loose and landing several feet from where he lay. She hoped she would be able to save him. Finally, with one last shove, over onto his back he went. She gasped in sudden recognition as she fell backward onto her backside. "You!" she breathed in a whisper. The shock that gripped her also knocked the breath from her chest. The same man that had haunted her dreams last eventide now lay before her! How could this be? How could it be him that was laying within arms reach. She took in life sustaining air as she looked at him. Mentally shaking herself and gathering her senses, she quickly took a piece of cloth from her bag and wet it with the skin of water that she carried with her. Gently, she started cleaning the blood and dirt from his ruggedly handsome face. His dark hair stood out like a beacon against the paleness of his skin. She remembered the arrow in his shoulder and then spied another lodged in his upper thigh. Both had been broken off into the flesh, 51

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evidently when he had fallen from his horse that lay only a few feet from him. From the carnage that surrounded them, she could not believe how little damage was done to him in this battle. She mentally thanked the Goddess for looking after him. She gently laid her hands upon his shoulder where the wound was oozing. He stirred beneath her touch and his eyes fluttered open. She stared into the most striking pair of darkblue eyes she had ever seen. The beauty of them overwhelmed her. "Ah, a sweet fire-haired angel come to take me to the underworld." His voice was ragged and barely audible as he spoke. It brought her back to her senses posthaste. "Nay, sir, I think you will live a long life yet," she said as she continued to press her shaky hands against his shoulder. He closed his eyes once again and breathed more easily. "What kind of healing powers do you posses, wench? My shoulder is fair beyond the pain it was," he said, his eyes still closed, his breathing becoming easier. "You must sit up, milord, so that I may remove your jerkin. 'Twill be easier to tend to your wounds. I wish we were not so much in the open. I fear your attackers may return at any moment," she said, not answering his question, but scanning the area around them for unwelcome visitors. "As you wish my little angel of fire," he answered as he tried to sit up. But a horrific pain shot through his head and he fell back to the ground with a deep curse upon his lips. "My pardon, little one, but the pain is quite unbearable for me to sit," he replied, his head throbbing in agony. 52

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Without a word she ran her hands along side his face in a gentle motion until she found the wound upon his head. There she proceeded to lay her hands as she had done to his shoulder. Rowan suddenly felt liquid warmth so pure it took his breath away. There was no more pain. He opened his eyes and stared at the red-haired beauty that sat next to him. Her eyes were closed in concentration, her hands never wavered from his head. What manner of female was she? A witch? A sorceress? Perhaps a siren, come to steal his soul for all eternity! But no. That could nae be. This was an angel. His angel, come to rescue him from the depths of hell. If he were to die at this very moment, at least the last thing he would see would nae be blood and gore, but a beauty beyond anything he had ever laid eyes upon before. "See if you can rise now," she was saying, as she put her arms around his good arm to help him up. Once more he rose up. This time very little pain assailed his head. Kira reached down to lift up the jerkin and Rowan caught her by the wrist. He brought her hand up to where he could closely inspect it. It looked like any other normal hand to him, but he knew it was far from normal. She watched him intently. She was use to ridicule and being shunned for the powers she possessed, but if he, of all people, withdrew from her touch, it would devastate her beyond reasoning. "What manner of magic do you carry in your hands, little one?" he asked uneasily. He wasn't superstitious, but caution beckoned him forward. 53

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"No magic, my lord. I am just a healer born with a special gift," she answered, as she eased from his grasp. Since he did not push her away from her task, she continued with what she had started and finally, off came the chain mail jerkin. "Lie back down and rest a moment while I fetch some herbs from the woods. I will nae be gone long," she said, standing to leave. As she turned to go he grabbed her wrist again and she turned back toward him. "Your name, little angel of fire?" he asked her. "Kira, milord. Now rest. I will return soon." He nodded and watched her disappear into the wood, closing his eyes with exhaustion.

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Chapter Seven Rowan awoke with a start. He was no longer lying in the battlefield, but lay beneath some branches or something. He went to move and a small hand lay gently upon his chest. He turned his head in the direction from whence the hand came and there was Kira, lying on her stomach beside him, her small fingers pressed against her lips for him to be silent. Then he realized they were not alone. The sound of horse's hooves grew swiftly closer as men's voices became louder. "He's got tae be here some where! He just could nae have walked off! Find him and find him fast! Harper will have our hides on his wall if we do nae return with his body!" One of the men yelled angrily at his troops. Kira and Rowan lay quietly beneath their bed of rushes and leaves. The leader of the group's horse danced nervously next to their hiding mound. They held their breaths as not once but twice the horse nearly stepped upon them. The man scanned the area slowly one last time but found nothing amiss around him. He beckoned his men to follow, then they headed in the opposite direction from whence they'd come, leaving the two in their hiding place undisturbed. "You must be someone important to the Glendaugh for him to venture from the safety of his castle in search of you." Kira remarked as she started to rise. "My brother always did like theatrics when it pleased him. Now, we must leave quickly." Rowan was saying as he eased himself up onto one elbow, sweat pouring from his body with 55

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the exertion. "They will return and tear this forest apart looking for me. This hiding place isna safe for us to stay in." "You are the great Dragon Lord of Kells? My apologies my lord, for I did not recognize you! Please forgive me!" she stated as she knelt before him. The man that she loved and had sworn to protect if ever they should meet, was the great Dragon Lord of Kells! By the Goddess, how could she not have known? All these years, in her dreams, how could she not have known that he was Rowan of Locks Glen, the mighty Dragon Lord that protects her people? "Nay do nae kneel before me, little one. You have saved this hide of mine and for that I honor you," he answered as he lifted her face to his. Her green eyes looked like a piece of Jade he had seen a long time ago on one of his excursions to the Far East. A trip his father had forced him to go on. The pain of leaving his home, still felt fresh as the day he left. Rowan's father had wanted his only son to be knowledgeable and skilled in the worldly ways of others; there by becoming a better man, a better master and a better Lord of the realm he was to inherit. "You are in no condition to flee my lord. Your wounds need tending for they still ooze your blood and your strength is wane," she countered as she made to rise, bringing him out of his thoughts. "Aye, but if we stay, we will both die. I have no need tae watch what they will do tae you little angel before they finally kill you. Harper does not take kindly when someone helps his enemy. Though your beauty is rare, he will take great 56

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pleasure in seeing you die a slow death for aiding me. So wounds and strength be damned! We must leave now," he was saying as he rose to his knees, a bead of sweat dripped down the side of his face from the exertion. "You just said you were brothers. How could you be enemies?" she stated boldly, helping him to his feet. "Aye, half-brothers we are and enemies also. He kens nothing of family or compassion for anyone that stands in his way of success. He takes ruthlessly whatever he wants, whenever the mood suits him. Make no mistake Kira, he will kill you if he finds you with me." Rowan stated flatly as he gained his footing. She was silent for a moment then nodded in understanding. She had always known darkness surrounded the lord of Glendaugh Castle, so she took what Rowan had said to heart. Whether Harper would kill her or not was beside the point. She knew for a fact that he would kill this magnificent warrior beside her. Quickly she started removing the rest of the branches that she had thrown over them to hide them from view. Once outside the branches, Kira put her arm around Rowan's waist and helped him to steady his stance. He leaned upon her small shoulder for support as she handed him a branch that he could use to lean upon like a crutch. She gathered her belongings and threw them over her shoulder, using her staff to help balance them both, then they left their hiding place behind. As they moved steadily through the thick forest undergrowth he noticed they were no where near where she 57

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had found him. He looked down at the small creature by his side. Surely she did not move him herself. He was a very large man, standing at full height well over six feet six inches and nearly two hundred pounds of pure muscle. "How did I come to be here, when I was there amongst the dead, little one?" he asked as they hurried along, although to her way of thinking a snails pace was quicker. "I pulled you to where we laid. I sensed the coming of others and knew I must hide you. There are many ways to hide in the woods without being seen," she answered without looking at him, glancing over her shoulder to make sure they weren't being followed. "But you are a wee lass! How could you manage my bulk without help?" "One does what one must in a time of need, milord. I needed to move you and so it 'twas done," she answered truthfully, looking back once again hoping their tracks hadn't been picked up yet. "Did you use your magic upon me?" he asked, not knowing if he really wanted to know or not or if he even believed that such things were possible. "I told you, milord. I know no magic. I am but a healer blessed at birth with a special gift. I wield no sorcery or witchcraft," she said, as she slowed their pace and finally stopped next to a tree. Rowan's breathing was becoming very ragged. The rest would do him good. "Stay here. You will be safe until I return," she said as she leaned him up against the trunk of a tree. 58

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"And where do you go?" he asked, his weakened state starting to take its toll upon his battered body. "I must hide our tracks so they will not know from whence we came. We can not out run horses. And you are unable to run much longer anyway," she said, running a small hand across his sweat beaded brow. A fever was starting to set in. She had heard of the poison tips the earth dwellers used on their arrows. She needed to tend to his wounds quickly or she may still yet lose him. "It is too dangerous for you to go back there alone. They may see you." Rowan tried to argue with her. But it was no use. Her mind was already made up. "I will be back soon. Stay here and try to rest," she coaxed as she helped him to sit upon the forest floor. Rowan nodded his head as he slid his back down the length of the sturdy tree they had stopped under. He was just too weak to argue the matter. Kira removed the water skin and the parcel of food that she carried and handed them to him. Then she was gone from his sight.

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Chapter Eight Rowan lay against the trunk of the tree for what seemed like hours, but in truth he knew it had not been quite that long since Kira had left him. He had tried to rest but his warrior's instincts forbade that commodity. So many years honed to self preservation did not allow for any lengthy rest periods. If one let down their guard for too long it was all over. So sleep evaded him although his body was starting to crave it. He began to worry about Kira. What she had done was quite dangerous and in his weakened state there was no way he could defend her. He berated himself for his blunder in riding into the trap that Harper had set for him. In Rowan's stubbornness to heal old wounds, Harper had taken gross advantage and nearly succeeded in killing him this time. Actually, if not for Kira, his little angel of mercy, he would more than likely be dead at this very moment. The attack was too precise to be coincidental. For Harper's plan to have succeeded he had to have planted a spy among his most trusted men. That thought left him cold inside. He thought he knew where each man's loyalties had lain. Now to know otherwise, left him feeling vulnerable and that position he did not like. Who amongst them would betray his own people for the likes of Harper? That would have to be addressed once he returned home and the traitor rooted out. Rowan sighed heavily as his thoughts ran in another direction. The burden he carried with him, plagued each minute of his days and nights. This close disaster finally 60

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opened his eyes to the inevitable. He needed an heir to carry on the legacy of the Dragon Lords and he had failed miserably in that area. If only Harper would ease up and call a truce to this unwarranted war, then maybe he could figure out what to do next. There had been plenty of willing maids that he could have taken to wife, but none had even sparked an interest in him. Surely one must be interested in the woman that would sire his heirs? He could not realistically see himself with someone that could not attract his interest. He shook his head dejectedly. Without an heir the Dragon Lords would be no more. Today drove that point home. That was probably why Harper was so adamant about killing him now. He would not dare try to harm Rowan's wife. The law strictly states that no man may harm another man's woman. Women were to be protected at all cost, for without them, no heirs would be possible. It is written that if this happens, the perpetrator would have his genitals ripped from his body and hung on a pole in the village square for all to see, while he slowly bled to death as he was being stretched apart. Inch by slow inch his body would convulse and contort into a hideous mass of broken bones. Rowan shivered involuntarily. It was a horrible death for any man to go through. Only the High King who resided in Tara could alter the punishment if he saw fit. So far the law had been useful. Not many men wanted to get caught in that fashion. 61

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Rowan shivered again. It had been a good law so far. Only a few had ignored it and suffered its consequences. Aye, Harper knew the law as well as he did and though they were both powerful lords in their own lands, neither could change that particular law of the land. The High King in Tara was lord of all this land and the laws he made were to be adhered to by everyone. No, it would behoove Harper not to interfere if Rowan was to get a wife and the sooner the better. Already his vow and stubbornness had put Locks Glen and all of Kells in jeopardy. He should never have let his pride rule him. Nothing but poor judgment had ever come out of pride's way. Rowan shifted positions against the trunk. His leg was throbbing unmercifully as he tried to rub the pain away. His head ached, but the severe pain he'd felt earlier was gone. So was the pain in his shoulder although he could still feel both of them bleeding. He tried to remember what the girl had done exactly to ease his pain, but the only thing he could remember was that she had lain both her hands upon him. There had been nothing more. Maybe his little angel was a witch after all, he thought, a faint smile crossing his lips. A sound rustling through the bushes caught his attention and he sat bolt upright, the pain blinding him for a moment. Pure instinct made his hand reach for the sword that no longer rested at his hip. He heaved a heavy sigh as he readied himself for battle. He would use his bare hands if need be, considering his weapons and shield had been lost in the last foray. But instead of an enemy busting through the undergrowth, it was Kira and her hands were full. 62

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"What is this?" he asked in astonishment, raising himself up onto his good leg. "I swept our tracks clean. They should not be able to follow us," she answered breathlessly. "Nay, I mean this, lass," he said gently, as he took her burdens from her arms. "I could not bear tae leave them behind. They are yours, are they not?" she stated more than asked, as she handed the items over to him. "Aye, they are mine, but they are much too heavy for you. You should have left them where they laid," he countered as he held his shield and sword in his hands. He had felt completely naked without them by his side. They had been presented to him on his twenty-first birthday. His father had made a grand treaty as to handing them over to him. He and Angus had just returned from a trip to the orient. A fine gathering of herbs, spices and silks he had brought back with him. They had been gone nearly a year that time. They had sailed the seas since he had been eighteen. Each time they traveled a different way, learning about themselves as much as the new lands they visited. When Rowan's da had presented him with the weaponry of his ancestors, it had been a grand day indeed. There had been great feasting and revelry that had lasted for two days. The weaponry had been handed down for generations. He had felt sick at heart for their loss. But now he felt whole again. How could she have known how much they meant to him? 63

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"A mon should never be without the weapons of his choice. One never knows when they may come in handy," she said as though she had read his thoughts, a slight smile crossing her lips. "Besides, they were too beautiful to leave for scavengers and the Glendaugh is not worthy to touch your weapons, milord, let alone hang them on his wall as a trophy," she stated as she took a long drink of water from the skin she'd left behind with Rowan. Kira ran her arm across her lips to remove the drops of water that had trickled down the corners of her mouth and chin. That slight movement sent a shiver coursing through Rowan's battered body. Even in his weakened state, he could almost feel those soft sensuous lips touching his mouth in a hot searing kiss of passion. He grew hard and hungry so suddenly that it startled him. "Oh, I almost forgot!" she stated as she knelt down onto one knee and pulled a small dagger from the inside of her boot. Rising she handed it to Rowan bringing him out of his contemplation. "Keep it," he said gently as he closed his hand over hers and the dagger that lay within her grasp. He felt a tingle go through his hand and up into his arm before she jerked her hand away. "I can not. It is too beautiful and precious for the likes of me," she said, trying to control the quiver in her voice. She had not felt another's touch since she was small, not even Jarin would touch her hands. The sweet sensation threw her off balance. She really didn't know what to think of it and she 64

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tried once more to hand him back the dagger, handing him handle butt first. "Nay, you have done more for me than you should have. Keep it. Someday it may bring you luck," he smiled at her as he sat back down. Kira shrugged her shoulders and sheathed the dagger back into her boot then went to rest upon a rock across from Rowan. Her heart was still fluttering wildly and she tried to get it under control. She could still feel his touch upon her hand. It was a strange sensation to feel the warmth of another's flesh upon hers. Rowan studied his shield and sword. He had never really thought of them as being beautiful, just useful. The shield was made of the purest iron to be found. It had been honed until a mirror reflection could be seen from either side. On the front, emblazoned in pure gold was a dragon. Its wings spread wide as it flew from the fires of rebirth, much like the Phoenix of old that the ancient Egyptians had worshipped. He had learned of the Phoenix years ago, when he and Angus had visited that land of sand and heat. Perhaps the Phoenix was the Egyptian version of their Celtic dragons, he mused. His sword was no less attractive. It was made from a strange metal called mithril. Harder than any metal ever found. It is said that the metal came from the land of the Ancients and dug from the very bowels of the earth. It too had been honed until your likeness could be seen within its shape, its sharpness never dulling. The hilt of his massive broad sword was graced with another winged dragon, flames coming from beneath it. The 65

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eyes of the dragon were of the purest blue diamonds ever found. Flames in gold embossed the lower part of the hilt. It was truly a magnificent piece of weaponry. The dagger that he had given to Kira was made the same as his sword. The hilt was a dragons head with its eyes two more perfect pure blue diamonds. The handle of the dagger was encrusted with precious rubies, sapphires and amethysts. It was truly a king's treasure unto itself. These three pieces had been handed down to each Dragon Lord of Kells throughout the centuries. There had been many before him. They were great rulers that protected the magnificent forests that surrounded Kells and protected the people that dwelt there along with their own, now he faced the extinction of his clan. Never before had the pressure weighed so heavy upon his broad shoulders as it did this moment. He held his legacy in his hands and for the first time felt the cold truth grip its icy fingers about his heavy heart. How could he ever have let things get so out of control? "Are you alright, milord?" Kira asked, as she rested upon her rock across from Rowan, noticing the strange look upon his handsome face. "Aye, lass, for the first time in a very long time," he said softly, still admiring his weapons. "Is something amiss with your weapons?" she asked quizzically, not understanding his fascination with them, after all, they were his. "Nay, 'tis just that I am glad you were able to bring them back to me. They have been in my family for years, being handed down from generation to generation of sons. If Harper 66

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would have found them..." He let out a long sigh and leaned his head back against the trunk of the tree. "The Glendaugh is not worthy tae look upon the beauty of your weapons let alone touch them," she spat out as she removed the dagger from her boot and once again looked upon its own beauty. "'Tis lucky I am that you came along when you did, little angel. Grateful I am, that you saw fit to help this miserable hide. I have not been as good a ruler as I should have and now you have given me a second chance to fulfill that destiny." Rowan answered, closing his eyes against the burn that was slowing seeping through his veins. "How is it you know so much about Harper and me?" Rowan asked with curiosity, his eyes still closed. "I am the only healer in many a mile of the Glendaughs lands. There is not much that I do not know. As for you milord, you are a living legend among my people. You are the wisest of wise, the strongest of strong men. Although I have never set eyes upon you until today, the exploits of your family can be traced back to the Dagda himself! You keep the balance of life in tact in the land called Kells and the forests that surround you," she said quite seriously. Rowan cracked a quirky smile and shook his head as her words ran deep to his heart. "If I were so wise, there would be an heir to follow in my stead, but there is none. If I were the strongest of men, then I would not have fallen into Harper's trap. If I were a true protector I would have ended this hated war a long time past. As for keeping life balanced, I am afraid I am failing 67

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miserably at that point also. Although I thank you for my miserable hide, now that I ponder on it, I think it was a waste of time." "Nay, 'tis not yer time tae leave this plane, milord! You come from a very long line of Dragon Lords and there will be a longer succession yet. You just need to rest and regain your strength, then all will be right with your world," she stated matter-of-factly as she again studied the exquisite dagger she held in her hand. He watched her study the knife he'd given her. If fairly glowed within her hands something he never thought to see happen. "That dagger has been handed down through many generations of Dragon Lords. It is usually given to the next mistress of Locks Glen as a wedding gift," he said, watching her reaction carefully. "Oh, then you must take it back! Your lady will want it back." Kira said quickly, trying to give it back to him. But he raised his hand in protest. "Nay! See how the dagger glows within your grasp? 'Tis no longer mine. The Dragonslayer dagger has already chosen its mistress," he replied. "But you must be mistaken ... I..." "Someone is coming!" Rowan whispered suddenly. He grabbed Kira by the hand and pulled her down into a squatting position behind the bushes that were next to the tree. He held his sword tightly in one hand while holding Kira tightly against his body in a protective stance. When he would 68

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have spoken she silenced him with a small finger. Then she eased out of his grasp and peeked up over the bush. "'Tis alright milord, it is only Jarin," she said as she left his side. "Kira, wait!" but too late she was already gone. "Jarin, we are here," she signaled quietly. Jarin approached when he saw his beloved Kira and then his step slowed as a giant of a man rose up from the bushes next to her. "All is as you asked. They are so confused that they could not find their mothers womb upon conception," he smiled warmly at Kira. "Thank you my friend. There is mischief afoot in the forest today. Be careful going home. The trolls and dwarves are working with the Glendaugh. He must have a mighty spell on them to keep their alliance. I also felt the presence of the Ogres as well. They are coming out of hiding. It is not safe for any of us." Kira replied thoughtfully as she briefly scanned the surrounding area. "Is the Lord of the Dragons safe?" Jarin asked as he sized up Rowan who stood behind Kira. "Aye. I am well enough. Who are you?" Rowan answered before Kira could utter a sound. "It is not important who I am. The important thing is that you and Kira are safe." Jarin replied tartly. "I thank you for your concern but as you can see we are just fine." Rowan remarked, his stance becoming more protective of Kira as he stood next to her. 69

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"Do not get me wrong human. I do not care a fig for you or what you are supposed to stand for. 'Tis Kira whom I would die protecting and she has seen fit to ensconce you and all you hold within the circle of her protection. I do not like humans. They have done nothing good for me; except for Kira." Jarin said intensely. "Jarin please." Kira said softly. He turned toward her and the fierceness left his face. He was there for her and no one else. "Take care Kira. If you need anything, you know how to reach me," he remarked as he gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. The tenderness he showed made Rowan tense inside. Who was this man? What was this man? What did he mean he didn't like humans? He thought, as he stepped closer to Kira. "Godspeed Jarin, beware of Stalkers," she said as he turned to leave. She watched him until he was gone from her sight. Then she turned toward Rowan, who was now standing so close she nearly bumped into him. Stalkers? Rowan had heard many stories of stalkers as he glanced nervously around them. He thought them only foolish tales told by servants and serfs alike. He had never seen any but the stories say they were a living dead creature with half rotting flesh and demon red eyes that glowed like embers in the dark. Were these stories true then? He had no idea, but he was definitely going to find out. "I know you have many questions but now is not the time to go into them." Kira stated as she reached for her skin of water and the bag of food she had left with Rowan. 70

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There! She did it again! Rowan thought uneasily. It was as though she were reading his thoughts. "Aye, you are right, 'tis not the time. We must be away from here, but you will tell me later. Everything!" he stated steadfastly. She nodded in acquiescence. "My castle lies just beyond the river Shannon," he said as he put his sword into its sheath at his side and slung his shield over his broad shoulder. He grabbed a long tree branch that had lain next to him on the ground, and used it as a crutch to ease his walking. Kira put her arm around his waist to steady him. She noticed he felt unusually warm. She must hurry and get him some where safe so she could tend more easily to his wounds. "I live very near here, milord. We should seek shelter there until you are more able to travel. A day or two will not hurt for you tae rest. I will see if I can find a better mode of transportation for you tae return home in." Kira looked up into those dark-blue orbs that matched the blue diamonds on his weapons so perfectly. She suddenly wondered if all the Dragon Lords had the same tantalizing blue eyes. Rowan glanced down at her and noticed for the first time, how beautiful she really was. Her long copper-colored hair had come loose from its sheath at the nape of her neck and lay coiled seductively about her small shoulders. At first glance, he had thought her eyes were the color of jade but upon closer inspection, they were the deepest green of the finest emeralds. It amazed him how she tried to hold his massive form up alongside her petite one. She could not 71

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weigh more than a strong feather. Just looking at her made his soul smile with warmth. Perhaps he should think more on what the Dragonslayer dagger had already contended. She was its new mistress. That thought warmed his heart. "Aye, a few days rest is much to my liking. Besides, our conversation of earlier is not yet over. We shall finish it once we have rested. Which way lass? Time is growing short," he asked as they started to move. "Not much farther, perhaps three miles down the way," she answered, steering him in the right direction.

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Chapter Nine "What do you mean you can't find him?" Harper roared, knocking his chair backward against the wall in his fury as he stood up from the table he had been sitting at. "I want him found! I do not care how many hours it takes or how many men it takes! You have a fortnight to find him and bring him to me! Is that understood?" Harper yelled at his second in command. "Aye, we will find him." Griffin vowed as he bowed low in front of his lord. "You had better or your carcass will grace my halls for an eternity! Now leave my sight and do not return until Rowan is in your hands!" Griffin backed slowly away, motioning for his men to follow at his heels. Then he left the great hall at Glendaugh Castle. Harper paced back and forth and then finally sat back down in his chair. He motioned for the serving girl to pour him more ale and then impatiently waved her away once she had done his bidding. He was in a foul mood as he took a slow draught of the ale. Just thinking about his brother's missing body turned his stomach sour as he slammed down the cup of ale, sloshing it all over the table. Damn him! Damn him to hell! Harper thought as he sat there motionless in his chair. It had been the perfect plan. He knew that Rowan was on his way to Glendaugh and would have to pass right through Muir Forest to reach his destination. The spy he had planted had done his job well and would be rewarded for it. The timing had been perfect. 73

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Everything had fallen right into place. He had seen Rowan's lifeless body with his own two eyes! So where was it now? What had happened to it ... unless ... but that couldn't be ... could it? Harper rose slowly from his chair and paced back and forth in front of the low burning fire that lay within the hearth next to the long tables that graced the large hall at Glendaugh Castle. The thought that Rowan may yet still be alive intrigued him. If that was to be the case, then where did he go? He had to have had help, for Harper distinctly remembered him having a few arrows in his body and a nasty crack on his head. Maybe a wild animal had discovered the body and dragged it to its lair. Harper remembered seeing a few wolves hanging around the battle ground. That would be too much to hope for. Harper really wanted to be the one that killed his brother. Just the thought of his sword slicing Rowan's neck made his blood burn in anticipation. But that had not happened. Yet. Or perhaps one of Rowan's own men had survived the attack and had taken Rowan away undetected. He knew none of those dim witted piles of horse manure that he had hired would take a chance on his wrath to do something with the body either living or dead. Perhaps Rowan was now back at Locks Glen, getting patched up, surviving his wounds to fight yet another day. That intrigued Harper very much. That was a more feasible explanation for the disappearance of the body. He would like to fight another battle with Rowan. This time, Rowan's death would be imminent and there would be no slacking. 74

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Suddenly Harper opened up and laughed until tears formed in his gray-blue eyes. The servants quickly made themselves scarce, fearing reprisal as their master fell back into his chair, holding his sides from laughing so hard. Then slowly the jubilation left him and his gray eyes turned to stone. "I will give you this one dear brother, but I promise, there will never be another," he replied softly, saluting his brother's gift of evasion from the inevitable. He took a large drink of his ale then wiped his mouth on his sleeve. Rowan would not escape him again. **** Kira sat quietly at her small wooden table before the hearth and sipped a cup of chamomile tea and honey. The day had been a hellish one to say the least. She was weary to the bone and could barely keep her head up. She looked to the bed that stood at the rear of the cottage. Her guest lay there with piles of blankets upon his feverish body. She had done what she could to heal the wounds but the walk here had given the poison time to fester in the blood. She had cleansed the wounds with aloe juice and angelica to keep the wounds from festering more. Once she had Rowan on the bed, she took a closer look at the gapping holes that riddled his shoulder and thigh. He had not wanted to remove his clothing, but she had insisted. That was the only way she could properly treat the wounds that had been inflicted. Once he finally complied, he disrobed in front of her with no thought of her virginal modesty. Her face blushed heatedly 75

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and the sight of his nakedness did strange things to her insides. She was glad when she finally had him in the bed and covered. Kira had been right about one thing. There had been poison on the tips of those arrows. Not just any poison either. Harper's band of earth dwellers had covered them with wolfs bane or Tyr's helm as the old ones like to call it. When it comes into contact with the flesh, it starts to eat it almost immediately. The green ooze that begins to drip from the gapping wounds is a sure sign of the poison that was inflicted. Wolfs bane is highly poisonous and should never be touched under any circumstances with the naked skin. It's like a leech in that it seeps through the pores and causes havoc with the body resulting in more fatalities than not. Why the earth mother would let such a plant survive, was beyond her comprehension. It was good for nothing more than death. It had been over an hour now since Rowan had fallen into a fitful sleep. She had given him some tea of Blessed Thistle, in the hopes it would help relieve the fever. But the poison was strong and he was weak. Only time would tell if her applications would do any good. She wished her healing powers could heal completely, but they would not. The fire she held within her hands could be brought forth as balls of fire if the need arose, but they could not be used to draw the sickness completely away from the patient. If she tried, she would draw the whole essence of the being within her and they would die. She had learned that at an early age. She finally stood up and stretched, then made sure the fire in the hearth was banked. She rolled out a mat on the floor 76

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next to the bed and lay down. The events of this day played scene after scene in her mind until she forced herself to relax. But she didn't really want to sleep just yet for she feared her visions would return again. It was one thing having visions of a man she had never met and quite a different picture when he was lying in her bed just a few feet away. She still could not believe it. The man that she had sworn in her heart to protect, was the Dragon Lord himself! How could she have not put the pieces together and realized this? This was the man that was to be her life-mate. Or so the vision had led her to believe. From the very beginning, when she was a child, she had started having visions of him. Watching him grow as she grew; his strength gained in intensity as her powers grew with her. It boggled the mind and nearly drove her crazy a few times trying to figure out what all the visions meant. Now she knew! For the first time in her life she put all the pieces together. What was she to do now? Of course she had to make him well. He meant everything to her. The visions were real. They never lied. How could she become his life-mate, even if he did ask her, with her blood being impure? That was the thing of it. His bloodline could be traced as far back as the Dagda himself and of course on her mother's side so could she, but her father's side was another thing. She new nothing about her father's bloodlines, just that he was human. Should she even try to convince Rowan that they were destined to become as one? 77

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She let out a heavy sigh, and then remembered the dagger that Rowan had given her in the woods. The Dragonslayer is what he had called it. In the dim light of the fire, it shimmered and glowed with an unearthly beauty. It had already picked its mistress, he had said. It had chosen her. If she was going to be able to protect him from future events, she must become a part of his life. In order to do that, she must now convince Rowan that she was to be his wife. She blew out a heavy sigh and looked toward the bed. If her visions had been any indication of this man's mettle, then she had her work cut out for her. How could one convince another person that they should be together without sounding like a lunatic? From the rumors that she had heard about Rowan, he was a fair and honest man, but he did not trust lightly. Of course she supposed if he didn't see it her way, she could call upon his sense of honor. After all, she did save his life or at least she was trying to. All these thoughts were springing in and out of her mind until she thought she would go mad. She should probably forget the whole thing. She really wasn't ready to marry herself. She liked being here, alone, being her own person. That is, whenever she wasn't being harassed by Harper or his second in command, Griffin. If she had the power to be rid of those two, they would have been cast to the four winds a long time ago. They were an evil that plagued her home and the whole countryside. They were a disease that should be disposed of. 78

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She didn't have to decide about Rowan tonight. She was tired and she should sleep while her patient slept. She could figure out everything once the sun came up in the morning. Closing her eyes she drifted off into a fitful sleep.

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Chapter Ten Rowan lay awake on the small bed and watched the peacefully sleeping form of the maiden who had saved his life. She had been his salvation for the past three days, never leaving his side for more than a minute at a time. Caring for him as though he were someone special to her, when in fact, he knew he was a burdensome piece of useless flesh. Although his wounds were healing, the process was too slow for his liking. When they had first arrived at her small cottage near the edge of the forest, Rowan had taken a fever and became delirious. These past three days had been hard on Kira but she had stuck it out with him. She could have very easily handed him over to Harper and been done with him. But she hadn't. He had not remembered much during the high fever but he was sure he had given her hell. When he had awakened from the fever she had tried to cover a large purple bruise that marred her lovely face. She had refused to talk about it saying that it was over, now he could begin to heal properly. It had plagued him sorely for he could not remember anything of these past days with her and knowing that he had hurt her made him uneasy. He had never harmed a woman in his life. She'd had to help him with everything and that had included relieving his bodily functions. The poison had left him weak as a babe in the cradle casting shadows around his eyes and leaving a taste in his mouth worst than the smell of dung. That in itself was enough to send his temper flaring, but he 80

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never directed it at her, for it wasn't Kira that he was angry with. His own stupidity kept coming back to haunt him every time he moved and every time his strength failed him he would chastise himself all the more. Just last eventide, Kira had reprimanded him softly for doing just that. He remembered the gentle way of her voice as she spoke to him while he'd been in one of his more delicate moments. "Why must you forever punish yourself for something that is over and done with and why must you always try to ignore my help, which by the way, you need right now?" she had asked with hands on hips. Her back was turned but that was beside the point. The humiliation was still there nonetheless. There was just certain things a man needed to do in private. "'Tis one thing for a wife to help her husband in times of need but quite a different thing for you," he had muttered under his breath as he finished with his ablutions. "So, if we were married then it would be alright?" she had asked as she had turned to face him now. "No, it would still not be alright! Just more appropriate, that is all. Are you saying you will marry me, little angel?" he had said with a grin, turning the conversation back to her and away from himself. He remembered the way she huffed then grabbed him by the waist. She ignored his last question and then mumbled something about men being the backsides of mules as she helped him back into bed. He smiled warmly to himself as he watched her sleep. Never once had she flinched from the sight of him, nor did 81

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she act as though his size intimidated her. She was so tiny that he was sure that from her view point he must look like a giant. She barely came to the middle of his chest when he stood his full height. He just knew if she were to stand beneath his raised arm there would be at least 5 or more inches between the top of her head and the backside of his arm. He smiled at that thought. She might be small but she was all woman. He noticed he was growing quite fond of her presence. Even in his weakened state he would grow hard with just the thought of her. Every time he would fall into a deep sleep and awaken to find her gone, he would feel a sense of loss surround him. He couldn't explain it, but it was there just the same. He had started taking the Dragonslayer dagger's wisdom to heart. He noticed that the more she used it the more it would glow within her grasp. Tuning itself to her vibrations as it was wont to do with its mistress. He wondered if she would glow as the dagger within his grasp. The thought made him grow hard with longing. Yes, she would make him an excellent wife. But was he ready for that? He still did not know anything about her. But did that really matter? Suddenly she sat bolt upright, bringing Rowan out of his thoughts. She looked straight toward her door then back at Rowan. "Someone is coming," she said as she got up from her mat that lay on the floor next to Rowan's bed. She quickly rolled the ticking up and tossed it beneath the bed. "Hurry, you must hide," she said anxiously. 82

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"In case you have not noticed, I am too large tae hide beneath the bed and there is not another place for me," he chided her with a half smile and momentarily wondered how she knew that there were visitors coming when she had been so soundly sleeping just moments before. "This is not funny, milord. They will kill you if they find you here," she said in anguish. "Then hand me my sword. I will defend us the best that I can," Rowan remarked as he sat up on the edge of the bed. "Nay! You canna fight them and win in your condition! I know these men. They are ruthless, part of the Glendaugh's knights," she stated wearily as she paced back and forth in thought. "I will try and keep them out of here," she finally answered, gathering her shawl about her shoulders. She went to the window and peered out. She could see them coming this way, down the path. She turned to go to the door and found her face smashed against Rowan's massive chest. Her startled gasp brought his attention to her and away from the window where he had been peering through. "For a man yer size, you are a silent one," she remarked softly, looking up into his shadowed face. The close proximity of their bodies was having that strange affect on her senses again. Her heart beat rapidly, a sweat broke out on her brow and it was hard to breath with him standing so close to her. Rowan too was feeling the affects of their closeness. He looked down into those sparkling green eyes of hers and answered her remark. 83

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"The less noise a man makes, the longer he lives," he stated matter-of-factly, wanting very much to gather her in his arms and kiss her until her toes curled. He caught the scent of her hair. It smelled of roses during a spring rain, soft, delicate and pure. Just the scent of her was arousing his senses. He leaned closer to her, forgetting momentarily about the threat that rode their way. Her lips were like red berries kissed by the dew. Soft, luscious and he was sure they would taste as sweet as heaven once their lips found each other. Slowly he lowered his face toward her. Now they were only a breath apart. All he had to do was bend a hair's breath and those lips would be his. "Please," she said in a whisper as she tentatively laid a small hand against his broad chest, halting his advancement. The close proximity was having its effect on her as well. Dear Goddess, how she had wanted him to kiss her and claim her lips as a warrior would claim his prize. But the threat of the coming warriors stayed the action. There were more pressing issues at hand and she knew she had to stop him before all thought escaped both of them. "Please stay out of sight. Whatever you hear or see, do not interfere," she pleaded, her eyes beseeching him. "Promise me." He nodded and then let her pass, reluctantly doing so. She opened the only door of the cottage and stepped out, closing it firmly behind her. Taking a deep breath, she picked up a bucket that sat next to the front door and walked out toward the old well that stood perhaps a few hundred feet away from 84

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the cottage. She wished she would have had her staff with her, but there had been no time to grab anything but the water bucket. Just before she reached the well, she heard the horses at her back and turned in time to watch them curve up the path and into her courtyard. The man in front of the others stopped just short of running her down with his horse. He sat tall in the saddle and leered hungrily at Kira as she stood her ground. He was dressed in a gray over shirt, black leather jerkin, dark gray leggings and knee high black leather boots of fine quality. Criss-crossed about his massive chest he wore a pair of leather belts that housed a pair of matching daggers. His crossbow hung from a wide leather strap that was slung across his horse's shoulders for easy access, his quiver of arrows hanging next to that. She recognized the color of the arrows as the ones she had removed from Rowan's body. So it had been Griffin who had let loose those deadly shots. "Good morn, witch," Griffin growled, easing himself off of the back of his horse. She tried to back away but the well was preventing that escape. He grabbed her and brought her up against his chest, his hand finding the soft flesh of her breast as she struggled against him. "Don't touch me, you filth!" she spat out harshly, pushing away from him. Griffin grabbed her again and held her tightly against him, daring her to make a scene in front of his men. "We are looking for a man of enormous height and girth, witch! We think he's been wounded. Have you seen him?" Griffin bit out as he nibbled on top of one of her breasts as she struggled to free herself from his embrace. 85

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"Nay, you are the first in many days since my return," she answered, pushing him hard against the chest, dislodging herself from his grasp. Her heart beat frantically as she prayed that Rowan would stay hidden and not come to her rescue. Griffin laughed heartily and stepped toward her again, but the words that spewed from her mouth stopped him dead in his tracks. "Lay another hand on me and I will leave a scar where everyone can see." she hissed at him. He looked down at her hands and saw the glow he knew so well. He backed off and straightened to his full height, his anger apparent to all who could see. "Curse you witch! I should have had you along time ago and put you in your proper place!" Griffin gritted back to her. "If not for Harper wanting you for himself, you would be mine as we speak!" "I am already cursed and if you touch me again you will feel the full sting of that curse! I will never be yours or Harper's woman! Now be gone, the lot of ya! I do not wish to set eyes upon yer ugly faces again!" "You may resist me, witch, but you will yield to the Glendaugh once he persuades you to his side." "Do not worry, Griffin, for that will nay happen in this lifetime!" Griffin walked back toward his horse and mounted the nervous beast. A harsh smile tugged at the corners of his thin lips. 86

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"Do not prick my pride overly much, Kira. You may not like what you get. It's only by the grace of my lenient reports that Harper lets you live outside the castle. Without my generous protection you would be restricted to the Glendaugh's services." "I need not your protection or his. As you can see I can take care of my self." she answered angrily, balling her heated hands into tiny fists, sending sparks of fire at the horse's feet. The horses reared and pranced trying to get away from the balls of fire at their feet. Griffin's rage was almost palatable as he motioned for his men to follow him out of the courtyard. Kira stepped back toward the well and watched silently as they left. Once they were out of sight she turned toward the well for support. Her body was shaking badly from the confrontation with Griffin. The tears she'd been holding back freely fell against her cheeks. Her humiliation was felt tenfold this time. She didn't hear Rowan hobble up behind her. He laid a hand on her small shoulder. She stiffened at his touch but he didn't remove his hand. Instead he turned her around to face him. She kept her head down cast but he would have none of that. Securing a large finger beneath her chin, he raised her face to his. Her beautiful green eyes swam in moisture still waiting to fall as she tried to keep them in check. He said not a word. Instead, he put his arms around her and held her to him. At first she tried to resist and then she relaxed into his arms, letting out all the anguish and 87

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humiliation she was feeling. Years of torment came flooding to her mind. She hadn't realized how much she had kept bottled up inside herself until this very moment. Rowan held her close to his heart. When Griffin had grabbed her to him, Rowan instantly wanted to tear him apart, but he knew his strength was weak at best and he could be putting her in more danger if he should show himself. He held her even closer as he thought of the display of power she threw toward Griffin and his men. She really hadn't needed his help after all. There was much about this lady that he wanted to know. But now was not the time.

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Chapter Eleven The early morning mist was rising around the cottage as if in defiance of the scene that Rowan had witnessed. The ethereal vision it presented was nearly that of a ghostly specter, wrapping its silken arms about a lost and lonely soul, its protective nature shining forth, mirroring his inner feelings. It had taken every bit of strength he'd had to stay hidden and not run to her rescue when Griffin had started trespassing upon her body. The memory of Griffin's hands and lips moving across her breasts had set a fire blazing in his soul. If he knew he would not have jeopardized her life, he would have ripped Griffin's heart out with his bare hands. He made a mental note to do just that when next their paths would cross. But, alas, he knew his weakened state would have put both of them in jeopardy. Kira noticed that Rowan had started limping and set her arm around his waist and steered him in to the front door and toward the bed so that he could rest, her own needs temporarily forgotten. "You should not have been on that leg so long. You will cause it to fester worse than it already is," she reprimanded lightly as she left his side to fetch a warm cloth to place over the oozing wound. When she returned and tried to lay it upon him, he caught her hand to stay the action. She stiffened slightly but was getting use to Rowan's touch. 89

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"You have great power in your hands, Kira. So small, yet they hold a magnificent power that I have never seen before. Why will you not use them to heal my leg as ye've healed my head?" he asked quietly, still holding her hand in his, absently caressing the palm with his thumb. His heart was beating wildly. Having her so close was intoxicating and it was beginning to take its toll. He wanted to wrap her within the folds of his arms and never let her go. Could he trust his instincts? Or would she prove to be another pawn in Harper's sick game he played? Griffin's words rang loudly in his ears as he wondered where her loyalty would truly lie. Kira drew in a breath at the warming sensation her hand was feeling as he caressed it. His touch was soothing. It was like a balm that floated to her very soul, reassuring in its content. It mesmerized her and confused her. She had to stop letting him touch her. He would soon be gone and then where would that leave her? Lonelier than she had ever been before, she realized suddenly. She had come to the decision that she would let fate rule the outcome of her visions. She could not bring herself to force someone to do her bidding when in truth, she was not sure of the outcome herself. Could she, would she go with Rowan if he did ask her? That was the question that burned within her soul each time she looked at him. She knew she must steel herself from him but the longer he was here the harder it was to disregard her own heart. "Are you not afraid of my touch after what you witnessed in the courtyard? You heard Griffin call me a witch. If there 90

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had been some doubt before, there should be none now," she answered more harshly than she intended, turning away from him and freeing her hand from his. He looked at her intensely, wanting to believe that she was not part of Harper's trickery. The Dragonslayer had chosen her as its mistress. He could not ignore that fact. It would not have chosen her if she was not pure. That was one of the abilities of the Dragonslayer. It only chose it's mistress if she were pure of heart. He must take that at face value. "What I see before me is a beautiful woman that has the power to heal or to protect if she so chose, but do I also see a woman who has played me for a fool?" He couldn't help it. He had to know where her loyalties lay before he could go any further. If she was truly part of Harper's plot, then so be it, he would tend to his heart and leave her as quickly as possible. "What are you talking about?" she asked as she spun around to face him. "I must know, Kira. Do your loyalties lie with the Glendaugh?" "Ah ... you heard what Griffin said at the well." Kira turned from him to gather her strength. She felt the ties that bound them grow weak with his words. She finally realized she couldn't let that happen. This may be her only chance to strengthen that bond no matter what fate put before her, she knew she was here to protect him and that was all that mattered. For whatever reason the Goddess had seen fit to put them together in this space and time, she must abide by 91

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it and set the wheels in motion. If he feared she was in league with Harper then she would lose him forever. "My loyalty lies with you, my lord. Since I was old enough to know what loyalty was, it has always been yours." She turned around and faced him. When she looked into his eyes, the truth struck her like a lightening bolt, hard, fast and searing with its intensity. She was in love with him. At this moment she knew she would do anything to keep him safe. But she could not tell him that. He was not yet ready to truly give her his heart, if at all. Her fate was sealed. She would protect him with her life, one way or the other; their lives were now going to be inseparable. "Harper has been pursuing me for nearly a year now. He seeks to make me his only because he thinks that he could control my powers for his own usages. I am only a healer, not a weapon to be used by the likes of him. I would rather die than to submit to his will." "You are not just a healer, Kira, you posses great power, more power than I think you realize. But that is neither here nor there. I am honored that you give me your fealty, for I had hoped it was not with Harper." Rowan raised his hand and caressed her cheek ever so lightly. "Trust is not an easy emotion for either of us I fear. But I would have you know. From this moment on, you have my trust." Kira slowly closed her eyes, the feel of his fingers against her skin was such a lovely torture. The ache for his touch seemed to be consuming her as she leaned into his open palm. When she finally opened her eyes, the gentleness of his 92

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words rang softly in her ears. He was right. Trust was hard earned for them both. Rowan watched her as she silently laid the cloth aside and put her hands upon his thigh. Instantly he felt the warmth pass through him and go directly to the source of his pain. He wanted to close his eyes and feel the full intensity of the warmth, but he didn't. He kept his eyes wide open and watched Kira intently. He had noticed as soon as she had laid her hands upon him, that she closed her eyes. From the look upon her face, he could tell she was in a deep concentration, focused upon her task. That gave him the opportunity to really look at her without her watchful eyes upon him. He started at the top of her head and worked his way down. Taking his time and drinking in her beauty. Her hair was the color of burnished copper. Whenever the sunlight hit it, it had looked as though it were alive with flames. It hung in long ringlets about her shoulders more often than not. It seemed like it was always falling free of the sheath that she tried to contain it with. A sudden urge to run his fingers through that molten mass of fiery copper jolted his senses into a new awakening. His heart beat quickened and his breathing became shallow. He was hard pressed to keep his mind focused on the task at hand. Slowly his gaze traveled down to her beautiful face. Her skin was of a golden olive color, a testament of many hours in the sun. Far more beautiful to gaze upon than those milk white maids of the king's court that he had been subjected to in the past. He remembered how he had longed to touch her from the first moment he had laid eyes on her. 93

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Imagining how soft and supple she would be beneath his touch. He ached now to feel her within his arms. Now he knew for sure she was not a threat to either him or what was left of his clan. Trust was the operative word. Her sparkling green eyes complimented her features, giving her an elfin quality. To all appearances it was as if she could see to the very depths of his soul. He wasn't sure how he felt about his soul being seen in such a way, but that he could examine later. Leaving her face, his gaze progressed lower. Her petite frame housed a well developed female body. That one point he was quite sure of. His imagination had been working over time in that area of late. Her thread bare attire barely concealed what he was sure that others lusted for, including him. Her well rounded breasts were large enough to fill his hands. He imagined they would fit into his massive palms perfectly and he ached to rub them across her perfect little nipples which were protruding through the threadbare gown she was wearing. His musings were making his lower half harder to control. Her slim, narrow hips would fit upon him with much ease. He could imagine her long slender legs wrapping around him and holding him to her until they had sated their craving for each other. Then, when he had filled her full with his seed, he would wrap her in his arms and keep her there for an eternity. He was getting rock hard as he fought to control the burning ache within his loins; within his soul. The yearning for her was starting to become unbearable. 94

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Rowan heaved a heavy sigh, silently reprimanding his self for his lustful musing. But being so close to her at this moment and not being able to touch her was driving his blood to the boiling point. He had never wanted a woman so much as he wanted Kira at this very moment. There was just something about her that drew her to him in a way that no other woman had ever done before. He had never been with a woman that could make his body react so maddeningly. His blood was boiling in his veins from the want of her. He could taste those sweet lips upon his, tasting the nectar that he was sure dwelt there. Sweet Goddess help him, he thought, as he closed his eyes and took a long shuddering breath. Trying desperately to keep his mind and body in check, he raked his eyes further down and followed a path along her slender arms to where her hands lay upon his thigh. The sight upon which his eyes fell amazed him more than startled him as he gasped in surprise. The sudden intake of his breath caused Kira's eyes to flare open and her hands to move swiftly away. He caught them in mid-flight, startling both of them with his quickness. She tried to pull them away from his grasp, but he held them firmly in his hand. He turned them over and watched in fascination as they glowed with a white light. It was as though the energy within her self had been released and a pulsing brilliant warmth shot out through, not just the palms of her hands, but her whole hand, including her fingertips. "No! Please! You will get burned!" Kira cried frantically as Rowan raised her hands toward his face. 95

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"I am not afraid of your powers, Kira. You will not harm me," he said with confidence as he lifted her palms to his lips, planting a kiss upon each of them respectively. She let out a gasp but to her astonishment he did not pull back in pain. The last time she had touched another person while her hands were still glowing, they had burned that person. But then she had been a small child and had not known how to use her healing hands properly. But nonetheless, that had taught her not to touch anyone unless it was for healing purposes only. His lips upon her palms sent a jolt of warmth through her whole body. Never before had she felt the touch of another person. Not like this. The sensation was euphoric. Then, with each caressing kiss he laid upon her palms, she felt the realization of what was happening to her. She could actually feel what he was feeling. The dream she'd had nights ago came rushing to the forefront of her mind. The moment in the dream that had puzzled her came vividly into perspective. She closed her eyes against the onslaught of emotions that assailed her. Their emotions were mingling from him, from the dream, from herself. It was a little frightening at first and then it all became so clear. She saw, with vivid clarity, as Rowan came to her and laid a dragons heart within her hands. Her eyes flew open and she stared straight into his dark-blue pools. Inhaling a deep breath, she tried to get air into her lungs, for she knew she was about to faint. She looked away quickly, hoping he could not read what was surely written within her eyes and on her face. Her heart was beating a rapid staccato as she tried 96

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desperately to calm it down. This new power came to her in a trice. Taking slow steady breaths of air, she tried to center herself to refocus on what was happening now. Kira had never looked into a man's heart or his soul before. But surely, as she was sitting there on her knees before Rowan, she had just glimpsed what was in his and it took her breath away. The pain and loneliness that lay hidden there was what needed healing more than the wound in his leg. A gut wrenching fear surrounded his heart, his soul. Rowan feared that he would die alone with no one to have shared his life with, to leave his legacy to. The symbolic giving of his Dragons heart to her was the healing process he needed to be whole again. His soul had already found its mate and the giving of one to another was already in the making. She trembled with the emotions that ran rampant through her mind, her body. What was she to do now? Kira knew that all her life she must protect this man that sat before her. Her heart had been his the first moment she had laid eyes on him in her visions and dreams. Was Fate being cruel once again or was she really meant to be the Dragon Lord's life-mate? Was this to be her destiny then? Was he even conscious of what had just taken place between them? With a calmness that she did not yet feel, she slowly pulled her hands free from his grasp. She needed air and a few moments alone to digest all these feelings swirling within her. Reluctantly Rowan let her go. He wasn't quite sure what had just taken place between them. For a split second it had seemed as though they had become one, if that were even 97

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possible to do. One thing was for sure. He felt an emptiness consume him the moment she walked away. "I forgot the water at the well," she said softly as she walked toward the door. She swayed and would have fallen if the chair had not been within her grasp. "Kira!" Rowan cried as he jumped up to assist her. "I'll be alright. It's just the weakness I get after a healing," she stated to calm his fears. "Are you sure you will be alright?" he asked, not fully convinced that she was telling the truth. "Please, I promise I will be fine. Rest. I will return shortly," she said in a quiet voice as she walked out the door, leaving him standing beside the cot. Once she was gone, Rowan sat back down on the cot, leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. He took a long deep breath before he dared open his eyes again. What had just passed between the two of them was nothing to be taken lightly. It had been deep and profoundly meaningful, he was quite sure of at least that much. It was hard to put into words the feelings that had surrounded him. It was like he had come home from being gone for a very long time. A sweet soft sensation that was totally foreign to him, but yet felt so right. Legend says that a Dragon Lord will know his mate by the humming of his soul. Is that what his soul had just done? He raked his fingers through his dark hair as he tried to make sense of it all. He wasn't a person that usually went off half cocked but in this instance he was sure he was doing just that. 98

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He heard Kira return with the water. He watched her intently as she wet a cloth and gathered some herbs she had laid out on the table and then walked back over to him. She kept her head bent as she proceeded to put the herbs on his wounded thigh. She then laid the wet cloth over that. She instructed him to sit still and let the herbs do their magic while she prepared their morning meal. Rowan did as she bid, never moving from the bed, his eyes never leaving her. Yes, he thought. Something very intricate and personal had passed between them. This he knew for sure, deep down in his heart. Something that he refused to let go of.

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Chapter Twelve The next few days went by too rapidly for Rowan's way of thinking. He was healing extraordinarily well and for that he was thankful but that just meant his time was running short with Kira. It had been nearly a week now since the ambush. Soon he would have to be getting word to Angus about him being alive and well, but he hated the fact that he would have to leave Kira. It did not bode well with him. She would be vulnerable to Harper and his men and that put a defensible fear in his gut. What had passed between them hadn't been mentioned since that day, but he contemplated every moment since it had happened. He realized this morning when he had awakened and found her gone that he could not live a life without her in it. Her very essence filled his heart with joy. When she was not near to him there was a dark void, an abyss that sucked at his soul. He felt empty and only half alive. His world seemed too lonely and bleak without her light to brighten it. He had risen and walked over to the small window that let in the only light within this small cottage. He had looked toward the well hoping to find her there but she was no where in sight. He had become use to watching her practice with her staff early each morning when she thought him asleep. He loved to watch the moves she would make, her lithe limber body stretching and retracting with each thrust and release she made. She looked like a goddess in the rising sunlight that would peek lazily through the forest trees to illuminate 100

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the courtyard. Her copper tresses shimmering in the light would always take his breath away. He had wanted to ask her where she had learned her skill with the staff but he had never found the right moment to inquire. He caught a glimpse of her coming out of the woods that skirted her property, bringing him out of his pleasant thoughts. She was carrying a bundle of wood that she'd gathered while in the forest. Rowan heaved a sigh of relief. There had been a massive movement of Harper's men these last few days and strange people coming to Kira's door at all hours of the night. He had heard whispers about Stalkers lurking in the darkest part of the forest. He still did not want to believe the tales, but it was getting harder and harder to ignore those things he thought of only as legends before he had met Kira. Stalkers were thought to be the walking dead. It was said that their flesh was rotting from the bone and you could smell them if the wind was right. Ugly, horrible creatures that mainly stalked at night, but who could say for sure. He sighed heavily. Her safety was his first concern and his presence was jeopardizing that immensely, not counting the dangers that lurked in the near by woods, he thought as he hobbled out to help her. "My lord, you should not be up on that leg! It will not heal properly," she reprimanded him lightly. "With you around I have no doubt it will heal quite sufficiently," he remarked, taking the bundle of wood from her arms. He held up a hand to forestall any further protest. 101

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She smiled up at him and then walked quietly beside him as they returned to the cottage. "You were gone overly long this morn, Kira. I was worried something might have happened to you. The forest is not safe any longer for you to be out there alone. Too many of Harper's men are out and about," Rowan was saying as he laid the bundle of wood next to the cottage door then followed her inside. "A young lad came for my assistance while I was out at the well. His mother was sick and needed my help," she was saying as she laid a bundle of herbs that she'd gathered upon the small table. "You should have awakened me. I would have gone with you," he said sitting down in a chair beside her as she rummaged through her newly picked herbs. "Nay. I have lived among the woods all my life. The forest is safe for any one who knows her secrets," she smiled warmly at him. "I believe you told me that once before," he smiled back at her. "Aye, I believe I did." She gathered her greenery into fine little bunches and then started hanging them from the rafters to dry. Rowan, of course, standing nigh to a foot taller than she, easily reached the little pikes that the tied herbs hung on without any trouble. She didn't protest as he insisted on helping her. "What manner of being was this boy that came for you this morning?" Rowan asked as she handed him another bunch of herbs. 102

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"Does it matter?" she asked curiously. "Nay, I was just curious that is all. These past few days you're door has been swamped with a mixture of different clans that I have not seen before. Not that I have gotten too good a look at them, but they all seemed quite different than you and me." "A wee lad from the forest," she answered handing him two more bunches. "From the pixie realm or the fairy land?" he smiled devilishly at her. "You do not believe, even after you saw Jarin!" she stated with astonishment. "What is there to believe? Jarin was strange I must admit and stranger yet have been your visitors. It is hard for me to believe that all the tales that I have heard as a child are now flesh and blood. Where did these beings come from? Why are they here and in what part of humanity do they play a role? And why have I not seen them before I met you? No, my mind is so confused yet in my heart ... well, in my heart I feel that they are real for I have seen some things that I can not explain," he replied as he hung up the last bunch for drying. "If you really want to know then I would be glad to tell you," she said gingerly as she watched him seat himself across the table from her. "Aye, enlighten me." he remarked with interest. Kira sat there for a brief moment; unsure if he really wanted to know the truth of it, but then decided he needed to know and weaved her magical tale for him. 103

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"A long time ago there lived a people known as the Tuatha De Dannan. They were a kind and gentle clan that helped their kin and neighbor alike. With the passage of time, the Tuatha became known as Druids. The gentle priests and priestess of a clan that were born to wield magic, protect the innocent and defend the weak. From whence they came no one knows for sure. But they settled in this emerald green land and made it prosperous. "The Tuatha was a large clan within itself but they also had sub-clans that were their cousins. For in life, we are all as one. For instance, what we now know as Elves were known then as Fomorians. They were a Hunter clan that lived deep in the forests. No one was more powerful with a bow or staff than they were. They were not as tall and regal looking as the Druids and their ears were a mite more pointed but all in all they were a fine class of people that helped to keep the balance of nature going. They too had magical powers but they kept it to themselves for the most part. They didn't like showing off in front of others but were always there when someone needed help. "Now on the other hand the fairies were more of a joking nature..." "Fairies?" he interrupted her with chagrin. "Listen and learn, my lord." He nodded and she continued with her tale. "The fairies too were called Fomorians in the beginning. It is said that they had wings but, to this I can not really say, who knows for sure what happens in a magical land. I do know that they loved to play practical jokes and they were 104

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used as scouts when trouble was brewing. Not only is it said they had wings but they also knew the art of invisibility. That was a very useful bit of magic to know. Unlike their cousins the elves, the fairies loved their white hair to sparkle and shimmer in the moonlight. Folks from far and wide called it fairy dust that they sprinkled in their hair but in actuality, it was a fine metallic dust that came from the many mines nearby. "Now trolls and ogres as they are now called were once called Firbolgs. The trolls were miners by trade. They were pretty large in stature but being below ground so much gave them a very dark complexion, almost the color of the earth itself. Their hair was dark too. Some say that it was possible for them to hide in plain sight while in the mines, for they blended well with their environment. They are the ones that harvested the metallic dust for the fairies and the iron ore to make weapons and other things for the rest of the clans. For the most part the trolls stayed to themselves, although they did contribute heavily to the clans' survival. "The ogres, which were more closely related to the trolls, were tool smiths. Their job was to keep all weapons at the ready and all eating and cooking utensils were made by them as well. They were the heart of industry of the clans. They were also large in stature, but very slow of movement and very big of heart. Their mighty arms were so huge that they could hammer out a sword worth its weight in gold within hours, from start to finish. With the sharpest edge that anyone had ever seen." 105

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Rowan briefly thought about the honed edge to his own sword and dagger. More than once he had wondered at its continual sharpness. "Trolls and ogres too have magical skills," Kira's voice broke into Rowan's thoughts, "but they kept it to themselves and only used it when necessary or when provoked. They are known to use the earth elements to help with their magic." Rowan listened intently to her words. The way she spoke made her eyes glow with a fire he had not seen before. He was very intrigued by what she was saying. "It seemed that all the clans had knowledge of magic of one sort or the other. Some just knew more than others. We think them now as a dream. I suppose that is how it should be but dreams can become real at one time or another and we are living proof of that. Before we were invaded by the great Huns from the north, this was a peaceful land. On that fateful day a few centuries ago, our peaceful world exploded into a hellish nightmare. "During that turmoil so very long ago, only one of our human neighbors came to our defense. They were of strong arm and strong heart; worthy to be called friend and protector. That was the first Dragon Lord of Kells. "He was called thusly for back in those days real dragons existed. The clans of Locks Glen were special people. Although they were human, they had a way with the dragons. It was as though their souls were connected somehow. A special bond was formed with each clan lord that ran deeper than a blood bond could go. They could summon these magnificent creatures with just their thoughts and they could 106

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ride them as we now ride horses. It had to be a magnificent sight to behold," Kira said breathlessly, watching Rowan's reaction to her words. He just smiled and waved her on. His interest was highly piqued. Some of her words brought back similar memories that had been told to him as a child. Kira sat back and drew in a deep breath. She never tired of telling the story of their ancestors. It was part of her heritage. It was Rowan's legacy. Rowan sat there enthralled with her words. The fiery way she told the story filled him with something akin to remembrance, filling his lonely soul with a fire of its own. "And so it came to pass that during the turmoil between the mighty Huns, only the Clan of Locks Glen came to our aid. They were of strong arms and strong hearts. They were readily invited to join our people at their fires, a status of high regard. It was in the end days that the Dagda hailed forth the clan leader, Robert the Bear, and honored him with the lands of Kells and the new title of Dragon Lord of Kells. To—" "To further unify this land of Kells, the great Dagda gave his only daughter, Marissa, to Robert as wife, sealing their bond forever," Rowan cut in quietly. "Aye, from that day forward the Dragon Lords have protected our people and the sacred land of Kells from further invasion. No one rules Kells but the Dragon Lords ... and none shall." Kira stated sitting back in her chair, satisfied that Rowan finally knew the truth and the legend. Rowan grew silent and pensive. Her words washed over him like a deluge of rain. Though his soul sang with the 107

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remembrance of his lineage, he was still at an impasse. For all these years he had forgotten the full purpose of having the title of Dragon Lord. Over the centuries their full power over the Dragons had been lost or just forgotten, leaving their legacy swept beneath the rushes for later generations to speculate on. His clan had always known that they were rulers of Kells and they were there to protect the innocent. Now he was reminded of that heritage and of the people that dwelt among them. People that had stayed hidden for generations because of the lack of trust that each clan had let die over time. It now fell upon his shoulders to rectify that gap, if at all possible. "I thank you Kira for reminding me of my lineage. As with the passage of time, so did our real reason for being pass. No longer are we the mighty Lords of Dragons. It seems that talent has ended with the passing of many centuries. I am not even sure any more if we are worthy to be called thusly," Rowan sighed heavily. "Nay, you must not think that! You are the mighty Lord of Kells. You have only to truly believe it and it shall all come back to you," Kira said softly unconsciously touching his hand with hers. Rowan nodded his head in reply but said nothing more as he contemplated her words and the gesture she showed with the touching of hands. She noticed what she had done and slowly removed her hand from his. Whatever possessed her to think that she could do such a thing? "I ... I sent a messenger to your people this morning. Someone should be here either this eventide or by morn 108

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tomorrow to bring you back home. I fear I have kept you sequestered here far too long. You need to get back to your life so that you may fulfill your destiny," she was saying as she got up from the table and turned away from him, her heart heavy at the prospect of his leaving. So deep in thought was she that she hadn't heard Rowan move up behind her until he spoke. "And what destiny would that be, little angel?" he asked, standing so close to her back that she felt his warm breath caress her neck. "You are the lord of Locks Glen and the last of the great Dragon Lords of Kells. Surely you know where your own destiny lies," she answered softly still not looking at him, more afraid to look at him than anything else. Her heart was beating rapidly and she could barely breathe with him standing so close behind her. She would miss him terribly when he left. Her heart would surely shatter into a thousand pieces when that happened and that was why she did not want to face him, he would surely be able to see how she felt and that would do naught but make them both miserable in the end. He stepped closer, almost touching her but not quite. He bent his head near her ear before he spoke again. A shiver ran over her body as she felt his breath caress her skin. "Aye, I do know where my destiny lies, but only until recently did I feel the whole impact of my journey," he stated, capturing a stray lock of copper hair between his fingers. It felt like silk as he softly caressed it. "I had always felt that my path would be a lonely one and that the Dragon Lord's lineage 109

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would end with my death." He reached out and gently ran his fingers along both sides of her arms. Very slowly, gently, caressing her.

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Chapter Thirteen Kira's breath caught in her throat at his slightest touch. A fire she didn't even realize was lit, ignited into a fireball in the pit of her stomach. Her eyes closed as she felt the intensity of his closeness but still she did not turn to look at him as he continued. "The moment my life was given back to me, my destiny changed. My journey led me down a different path. A path I wish I could have found a long time ago." He gently turned her around to face him. She slowly opened her eyes as he brought her closer to him. He noticed they were a brilliant green swimming in a sea of unshed tears. His heart constricted tightly with what he saw written there. "What path might that be, milord?" she whispered softly, looking deep into those beautiful dark-blue eyes of his. A lock of his sable hair fell across his forehead as he bent his head closer to hers. Their lips barely a hair's breath apart, sending a tingling sensation coursing through her veins. "Fate has crossed our paths, Kira. It was destiny that led us to this moment in time. Surely you know that your destiny now lies with me. From the moment I gazed up at you from my bed of death, our lives were forever tangled in a web that long ago was laid out for us. I know not what has passed between us of late but I do know that each Dragon Lord before me has said that our souls will hum when we meet our life-mate." He drew her even closer against his chest. A tingling sensation ignited a rush of emotions that flooded her 111

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soul as she tried to give them distance. She could scarcely breathe her heart was beating so fast. Rowan gently wrapped her hair around his hand as he stilled her movement and lowered his head until they were mere inches from each other once again. "My soul has hummed for you, Kira," he said as he stilled her protests with his lips. His kiss at first was a light, searching one and then it became a hot searing flame that ignited both of them into a circle of fire, igniting a passion that tried to soar out of control. When at last he ended the kiss, she was glad for once that his strong arms held her securely against his massive chest. For if not, she knew she would have collapsed to the floor from the lack of strength in her legs. "My lord, I am humbled by your words, but I am just a village healer. You would be better off with someone of noble birth to stand by your side," she spoke quietly against his massive chest. She could not stop the tears from falling as she said the words aloud. Since the first day he came into her life, she knew he was the one that would steal her heart. Had he not symbolically given her his heart just these few days past? She knew she was to protect him at all cost but to stand by his side as his lady, which was a dream unto itself, one that should not be spoken of; one that should not even be considered. She knew fate was not written in stone and that things could change in the blink of an eye, but to be the next lady of Locks Glen! She dared not think on it for surely she was 112

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unworthy of that status. But hadn't her own role in life changed since she had met him? She had been content to be a healer. That is why she had left the forest, why she had left Jarin to his destiny. Had that not worked out for the best? How could she be with Rowan when she was yet unsure of herself? Rowan's existence had changed her dramatically. Aye she has known him from as far back as she could remember, in dreams, in visions that plagued her as a child. When she had pledged her heart to him so long ago, she had not known he was the Lord of Kells. Shouldn't that make a difference in her decision? No matter how much she cared for him—loved him, shouldn't she be the sane one and send him home—alone? She had grown used to being lonely, being shunned by those around her. But since he had come into her life there was no more loneliness, no more sadness. He filled a void she had not wanted to acknowledge existed. To be without him would be as though she dwelled deep within the earth with no warmth of the sun to stay the chill of her essence. Even now in this silence she could feel her heart breaking. How could she bare the loneliness without him? "You do not want me, Kira?" he asked slowly, holding her gently away from him so he could look into her heart through her eyes. Eyes that made the sun rise in his world, eyes that could never lie to him. How could he say such a thing! Did he not know how she felt? She fought with the truth and decided it would do no good to deny her feelings. Had she not told Jarin that this was her destiny, to be out among the humans? Then let destiny 113

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take her by the hand and lead her toward her fate. The ache in her heart grew steady as she thought of life without Rowan. "Aye! I want you, but what about Harper?" "What about Harper?" Rowan asked, growing angry at his brother's intrusion. "Are you saying that he claimed you for his? That you have lied to me about your loyalty?" Rowan asked with heated reflection. "Nay! I would not give that demon the time of day! 'Tis just that I do not want him to be between us." Rowan sighed heavily. His heart leapt with the knowledge that she wanted him and not his brother. Though she had told him as much, it still had been nagging him since he had found out about the pursuit. A broad smile swept across his handsome face as he wiped away a stray tear that had escaped down her cheek. "My brother has naught between us. The fates have chosen to put us together. I for one will not dispute that fact. As far as I am concerned, you will be the lady that graces my hall until I take my final breath. I will not take no for an answer," he whispered huskily, gathering her back into his arms and laying a gentle kiss upon her soft lips. "I am afraid, Rowan," she said quietly as she ended the kiss and turned away from him. "What will your people say when they see me?" she stated more than asked as she suddenly felt ashamed of who she was and what she could do. She glanced down at her tattered clothing and felt unworthy to stand by his side. There was no denying her ancestry. But to which world did she truly belong? 114

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"They will think that I have chosen well," Rowan said softly as he came up behind her and gathered her close to his chest. He lowered his lips to her neck and nuzzled it. Her soft moans brought a smile to his lips as he turned her around to face him. "You need never be afraid as long as I have breathe in my body. We have shared something special Kira. I would like to explore it more thoroughly." He was right. She could not deny the strong emotional pull they had between them. Her heart beat with a slow joy she still did not dare hope for. Life was full of uncertainties. For the moment she let herself dare to dream that it would become a reality. That she would be his wife, not only in name, but in his heart as well. "As soon as Angus arrives, we will leave this place and return to Locks Glen. Gather what you will need for the journey for you will not be returning. Within two days time we will be properly wed," Rowan said as he held her close against him. "What is this, witch? Holding out on me?" A husky voice from behind them called out. Rowan turned with the agility of a cat as he pushed Kira behind him in a protective stance. All his warrior's instincts kicked in as he automatically drew his sword from its bed at his side and held the intruder at bay. "Ye best watch yer tongue or I'll rip it from yer throat." Rowan cautioned the man at the door. He knew the man was one of Harper's by the colors he wore. This did not bode well for Rowan. Abruptly three more faces filled the door way. 115

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Rowan knew instinctively that they would have to fight their way out of this one. "What have ye got there laddie?" one of the men asked as he peered into the interior of the cottage. "The witch found the corpse! Looks tae me like she brung it back tae life," came another voice from the door way. "Aye! 'Twould seem so. Chester, you go find Griffin. Tell him we've found the body," the first intruder ordered one of the men. "Be sure tae tell him we found his witch under the body he was a looking fer," he chuckled in dry humor. He knew that would spurt Griffin on his way. Every man in the Glendaugh's ranks knew Griffin was hot for this piece of fluff. He eyed her speculatively and wondered what was so fascinating beneath those skirts that drove Griffin into such a frenzy. He decided it was time to find out. "I think instead of going after Griffin, you should be worried if you'll live long enough to see him," Rowan gritted out as he lunged forward, catching the man off guard. With one swift slice of his sword, Rowan killed the man where he stood, his head rolling along the dirt floor of the cottage. The other men drew back in astonishment and drew their swords, but Rowan was quick as lightening as he followed them out the door. Quickly he surveyed his surroundings and lashed out at the two guards standing on either side of him. He heard the retreating hoof beats as the one guard had already left to get Griffin and reinforcements. Rowan knew he had to make short work of these men quickly or all would be lost. His strength still had not returned fully, but it was either 116

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kill or be killed and he did not want to find out what they would do to Kira if he failed to protect her. There were three other guards at the well, surprise plastered across their faces as Rowan slashed out at his two opponents. The guards at the well came to join their comrades as they gathered in a semi-circle just out of Rowan's reach. Rowan watched them warily, anticipating their next move. As he struck out to the left of him, he heard a noise to his right. He dared a quick glance and watched as Kira made short work of one of the soldiers. Her staff in her hand, she smiled at Rowan as she stood by his side ready for battle. Before any words could be spoken, they were attacked. Two guards apiece kept them busy. This was Kira's first actual battle with a living breathing enemy. She was holding her own very well as she heard Rowan clashing metal to metal with his two opponents. Feeling a bit over confident with her skills, Kira did not hear the soldier that crept up behind her. Rowan suddenly heard a scream from behind him. He quickly took a step back and turned just in time to watch another guard grab Kira around the waist, pinning her arms to her sides as he held her against his body. She struggled but he held her fast. "Leave the lass alone and I'll let you live to see tomorrow. Harm a hair on her wee head and ye'll not draw another breath." Rowan growled lowly.

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"I would nae be so worried aboot the witch as I would be more worried aboot staying alive me self. Get him boys!" the man replied with a sneer. "Rowan, look out!" Kira yelled as a blade came dangerously close to Rowan's ear. He turned and blocked the onslaught of the guards within his reach. One by one he slowly severed the odds. He fought like a mad man as his thoughts were on Kira's safety and not the fighting before him. He saw from the corner of his eye that the man who held Kira had taken her around the side of the cottage where he couldn't see them. His heart grew heavy as he tried to gain advantage over his assailants so he could slip around to where they were at. He still had four guards attacking him from all sides now and his strength was waning. His thigh had already become painful with the exertion but still he fought on. Suddenly the sound of approaching horses caught the attention of his assailants. Rowan turned a quick eye in that direction as well and was instantly filled with relief at seeing Angus riding hard up into the courtyard, followed closely by half a dozen men at arms. While the guards' attention had been distracted for that split second, Rowan came in for the final blow and two heads rolled upon the ground at his feet. The other two fled for safety but didn't get far, as Angus made short work of them. Rowan turned swiftly and headed in the direction Kira had been taken. There were three guards that surrounded and held her down on the ground, her hands held high over her head so she couldn't touch them, while they tried to gain their 118

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pleasure with her. Rowan let out a mighty roar and just as the men looked up, they were dead. The two that held her to ground quickly lost their heads, their bodies falling to the side. The third was driven through the skull by the Dragon Lord's mighty sword, a flash of red fire scattered to the winds with the heavy blow. The man crumpled to one side as Kira frantically scrambled away. Rowan went to her and helped her up, pulling her into the safety of his arms. "Are ya hurt, lass?" he asked as he pulled her away from there, checking her over as they walked. She shook her head in response and he could feel her trembling against him. He held her tighter as they turned the corner toward the courtyard. Kira was startled to find more men there. She jumped in front of Rowan and held her hands up in front of her as if to stop them. "I warn you now! Do not take another step. I do not wish to harm you but I will!" she bit out between clenched teeth. Angus stopped dead in his tracks at the sight that stood in front of him. A wildcat to be sure, he mused. "It is alright, Kira. These are my men." Rowan said, laying his hand gently upon her shoulder. She turned to look at Rowan and slowly the tension eased out of her as she watched him take a step toward Angus. Rowan grabbed her by the hand, having no wish to be away from her side. "Och, mon! Yer a sight for sore eyes!" Angus all but yelled as he grasped Rowan by the arm and hugged him in greeting. "I'd already given you up for dead! If'n that strange looking lad had not found us as we searched the battlefield once 119

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more, you probably would have been dead for sure." Angus smiled broadly, relief at finding his friend alive flooding through him. "Aye, it is good to lay eyes upon you as well old friend." Rowan answered back with just as broad a smile. "If'n you do not mind me asking, Rowan, who's the wee she cat you have tucked beneath yer arm?" Angus asked still smiling warmly. "This is Kira. Kira, this is ... Kira?" Too late Rowan felt her go lax within his arms.

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Chapter Fourteen A gray mist swirled around the shadows that seemed to envelope Kira's mind. Her heart was beating faster as if she were running. Yes. Running as fast as she could. But where? Where was she headed in such a hurry? The mist seemed to be getting thicker, like a fog, swirling, engulfing everything in its path. Her breathing became heavier as if someone or something were pressing down upon her, holding her in place. She struggled as if her life depended on it. She saw ... something. No! The metallic taste of blood filled her senses. They had to get away! Get away! Kira sprang up with eyes wide open, inhaling as if she had no air left within her to breathe. "Kira! What's wrong? Are you alright?" Rowan asked anxiously as he sat beside her on the small cot in the cottage. "Rowan, hurry, you must leave here at once!" she replied, with wide eyes, trying to get off the bed. "What is it, Kira? Do you sense danger?" Rowan asked as he steadied her forward motion. "Yes, please, we have not much time before he arrives," she implored him. "Who is coming, Kira?" Rowan asked softly, a tingling along his spine spreading out a warning of its own. "The one who would be master of the dragon. Please Rowan, you must hurry!" "Not without you!" She started to protest but knew he would not take no for an answer so she nodded her head in compliance. 121

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"Aye. I would crawl if I must to see you safe, milord," she answered as she laid a small shaking hand upon his. Without another word, Rowan wrapped her cloak about her shoulders, picked her up into his arms and headed out the door. "We must make haste quickly Angus. Harper knows we are here," Rowan shouted to his friend as he lifted Kira upon a horse then quickly pulled himself up behind her. "Rowan, my staff, my herbs," Kira stated as she tried to get free of his grasp. Rowan motioned for one of his men to go back to the cottage and retrieve her precious plants. "'Twill, be all right. Your staff is safe. I would not leave such an intricately carved weapon for the likes of my brother." Rowan stated, showing that he had strapped it across his back for safe keeping. She smiled and laid her hand upon his chest. "Thank you," she complied, still feeling a bit dizzy from her earlier ordeal. "Rowan look! He has sent his archers ahead to prevent our escape!" Angus retorted as he too mounted his horse. Kira turned toward the direction Angus had pointed and felt instant relief. "Nay, 'tis not Harper's archers you see milord. 'Tis Jarin come to your defense," she stated weakly, laying her small hand against his massive chest. Rowan quickly scanned the scene unfolding before him and trusted Kira's judgment. He stayed Angus's hand as he lifted his sword for battle. 122

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"They are friends, Angus. Stay the men while I seek news," Rowan remarked as he headed toward the horde before him. He was within fifty feet of the man Kira called Jarin before he pulled his horse to a halt. Rowan was still leery as apprehension gripped his soul, but he trusted Kira's judgment. "Why have you come and what are your intentions with these archers?" Rowan asked with authority in his voice, not fully ready to trust this strange looking man standing before him. Jarin was dressed in a very dark green hose and doublet. His shirt was of a very fine linen the shade of light green moss. No frills adorned him. His eyes were almond in shape and the color was the same piercing green as Kira's. A long bow and a quiver of arrows he had slung on his back. A large hunting knife was housed in the top of his soft brown boots. He definitely looked like someone you didn't want to get on the wrong side of. There must have been three dozen archers behind Jarin waiting for his command. "You must leave here quickly, my lord. The lord of Glendaugh is hard set upon you. I have brought my archers to protect you. At all costs the mighty Dragon Lord will be protected against his enemies to the best of our ability," Jarin replied regally. "Why do you protect me when humans are your enemy?" Rowan asked skeptically. "You have put Kira in great danger, milord. I would not see any harm come to her," Jarin stated standing his ground. 123

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"Neither would I," Rowan answered back. "It is her wish that you be protected at all costs. You are the Dragon Lord of Kells. You hold the future of our clans within your grasp. I may not like it, but without you, we have no future. We are yours to command as you see fit, my lord," Jarin replied boldly, steadily, as he stood his ground. Rowan contemplated Jarin's words. There was a lot still left to be answered but now was not the time. "Very well. I am grateful for your protection. The whys of the matter will be dealt with at a later time since our time here is short. If you could cover our escape, I would be most grateful. Then you can return to your homes." Rowan stated as he curled his arm around Kira in a protective gesture. "As you wish my lord, it is already in the works. But you must hurry. Kira?" Jarin stated looking at her pensively. "I am alright," she stated with a smile. "I am going where I belong." She looked up into Rowan's eyes and felt that she had stated the truth. She would forever feel at home within his arms. Nothing could change that now. "As you wish, Kira. Safe journey, my lord," Jarin said as he bowed then turned and left just as swiftly as he had appeared. Kira settled back against Rowan's chest. He held her close and then they left the only world that she had ever known behind. **** A light mist had begun to fall as they crossed the river Shannon. Rowan refused to travel all night with Kira. She was 124

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weak and he did not want to press on, so they made camp just to the other side of the river. Angus built a raging fire to warm them by and they ate what they had hastily brought with them. "You are shivering, little one. Sit closer to the fire before you catch a chill," Rowan remarked softly, trying to make her comfortable. "It is not the cold that makes me shiver, milord. After a few hours rest I will be fine," she answered quietly, a flush covering her cheeks. Rowan sat down next to her and leaned back against a log that had been pulled up to the fire for just that purpose. He opened his arms and beckoned for her to come to him. "Milord, it is not a proper thing to do," she said, a little embarrassed as she looked about the camp at the others that surrounded them. "It is proper enough. As you can see we are not alone as we were in the cottage. Now come. You can rest upon me and keep warmer. I will not hear nay about it." He smiled warmly at her as she scooted over next to him, thankful for his added warmth. He laid his cloak that Angus had thoughtfully brought with him over both of them and then settled back to rest. Kira laid her hand upon his chest as she snuggled closer. She sighed heavily before she spoke. "You are in pain milord. Why did you not tell me? I could have helped the pain ease." "You need your rest. When we reach Locks Glen, then you can minister to me. But for now it can wait," he answered holding her gently next to him. 125

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"But thanks to you, we have my herbs with us. I could fix you a poultice to ease your pain," she remarked, snuggling closer. "Nay, it can wait until the morrow, now rest. We have a long journey ahead of us," Rowan stated holding her close within his arms. Rowan reached around and took the staff from his back. Then set it next to him. Kira reached across him and stroked the intricately carved wood. "Thank you for bringing my staff, milord. It is very precious to me," Kira stated softly. "It is a fine crafted weapon. Where did you come by it? "It was my mother's. She had left it in the care of my teacher long before she died. It is very old. It has been handed down from mother to daughter for many generations." She smiled warmly. Rowan said nothing else as he contemplated the unique piece of wood. The intricate carvings looked familiar, but he just couldn't place where he had seen them. He was about to ask Kira about its origin, but within a few minutes he felt her even breathing and knew that she was fast asleep. "For a dead mon, you sure do look good," Angus said softly as he came to sit across from Rowan. Rowan smiled but said nothing as he gazed into the fire. "Where'd ya pick that bit of fluff up?" Angus asked as he held his hands toward the fire to warm them. Though it was late spring and the days were mild, the nights still held the chill of early spring. 126

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"I did not. She found me and saved my life," Rowan answered softly, looking down at the sleeping angel in his arms. "I did not figure you to be one with playing tit for tat with the ladies while you were healing from a battle." Angus replied with a half smile. "Careful Angus, you are talking about the next lady of Locks Glen." Rowan retorted with a half smile of his own. "Och no! You mean to tell me, that in the heat of battle, you have finally found someone to tend to yer rugged hide?" Angus teased in amusement, actually very happy with the news. "Aye, but more than that old friend, I think I have found a single rose amongst all the briar bushes." Rowan quipped with a slight smile playing upon his lips. "Just remember, Rowan, that roses sport thorns as well." "Aye, but this one I believe will not prick me if I treat it with care." "She is a bonnie lass. She should sire you fine sons." Angus said with pride. Rowan nodded his thanks to his friend. He was thinking the same thing earlier. "There be one thing I need to ask about her, Rowan." Rowan nodded again as he settled in for the night, careful not to awaken Kira. "When the lad found us he said you were at the witch's cottage. Then when she tried to protect you from us, well, I thought for a moment that we would have to fight off a banshee! She was nigh on tae glowing! Would you care tae explain that little detail to your old friend?" 127

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"Kira is not a witch, but she has been blessed with a special healing power that I can not explain," Rowan answered, looking down on the sleeping beauty in his arms. Rowan lifted a stray lock of copper and held it between his fingers for the briefest of moments before letting it lay amongst the rest of the copper nest that surrounded her. Angus said nothing as he watched the way his friend doted on the young lady sleeping next to him. Aye, Rowan was in love whether he realized it or not, Angus thought happily and he was glad for his friend. No man should be alone and a wee bit of a woman was a very nice blanket warmer on cold lonely nights. Then his thoughts went to other things as he cleared his thoughts of Rowan's woman. "Rowan, what say you on the archers that came to your defense?" "I do not know what to think. Jarin is a strange one for sure but he is devoted to Kira. As far as coming to my defense, well, according to both Kira and Jarin, my ancestors have taken care of their clansmen for centuries. They feel it is their duty to keep me safe. I must admit, if Jarin and his archers had not of shown when they did, we may not have escaped unscathed." Rowan stated nestling in for the night. "This Jarin is a strange one for sure. I do not remember ever seeing anyone like him before. What clan did you say he came from?" Angus stated as he too settled down for the night. "A forest clan of Elves, or so I have been told, more than that I can not say." 128

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"Humph! We are in tae fairy tales now I see!" Angus grumbled beneath his breath. "If you did not want to tell me, Rowan, you should have just said so." Rowan smiled and shook his head; his sentiments exactly. "I am glad that you have found yerself a woman, Rowan. 'Tis time you settled down. Yer dae would have been proud of yer choice." Angus stated as he covered himself with his cloak and settled down for the night. Rowan smiled at his friend's statement. Yes. He was also proud of the choice he had made. He hoped his life with Kira would be a long and happy one. **** The new day found them coming upon Locks Glen. They had ridden hard and fast before the dawn broke the sky. The mist of the early morning was slowly being burned away by the rays of the sun as it crested over the eastern horizon. Rowan stopped upon a hill overlooking his home while the rest of the men went on ahead to have the castle and keep prepared for their lord's arrival with his lady. "This is Locks Glen that you rest your eyes upon, Kira, for as far as the eye can see and beyond. For over two centuries these lands have belonged to the Dragon Lords of Kells. As you know, the land was given to us by the Tuatha De Dannan. The great Dagda himself, in his infinite wisdom, knew the land was pure and that we were as much a part of it as his clan was. Each of us, the first known Dragon Lord until now, down through the centuries, have cherished and taken care of the lands around us. From the earliest of times each 129

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province has had its own chieftains and high lords to control it, but they are subject to the High King who resides in the province of Meath and calls his home Tara. Even the High King recognizes my boundaries and authority. He sets no rules upon us. "This land is rich in history, built with the blood of our ancestors. To rule Kells, is to rule with each ancestor before us. For many years I feared that I would be the last Dragon Lord to care for this beautiful land of Kells. I had feared that her people would be unmercifully slaughtered without any to protect them. I hold my head proud that now I can offer my people, our people, a life filled with the protection and hope they deserve, with a lineage that will serve them for generations to come. "Soon you will be a part of the great legacy that holds this land together as the Lady of Locks Glen. You will stand by my side, equal in all things. We shall rule as our ancestors ruled, as one. You will stand by my side forever," Rowan said with pride as he swept his arm in front of Kira with flourish, laying his kingdom at her feet. A knot formed in Kira's throat, threatening to choke her. Her heart filled with a pride she had never known before. It was pride in the beauty and gracefulness of the land and most of all, pride and an abundance of love for the man that sat behind her. "Nothing can describe the beauty of this land Rowan. For all my life I have recited the history of our clans but I have never set foot upon the soil of our ancestors before this moment. I am deeply honored that you chose me to share it 130

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with," she breathed as she looked upon the green fertile earth that lay before her, deeply entrusted within a well guarded valley. There were well placed watch towers upon each hill that faced the four winds. In the valley center was the castle keep of Locks Glen. It stood tall and regal, surrounded by high stone walls to protect the inhabitants that dwelt there. The village lay but perhaps a quarter of a mile from the castle itself. Close enough for the villagers to come within the confines of the keep for protection from any invaders. Beyond the walls were fertile grass lands where livestock roamed freely and beyond that were woods aplenty. She saw an orchard and fields that were presently being plowed for the next planting season. Kira took a deep breath then lowered her head in dismay, a heaviness settling around her. "What makes you sad, little angel?" Rowan asked as he lifted her gaze to his. "Oh Rowan, I feel so honored that you have chosen me for wife, but I fear that I may not be worthy to stand by your side. I am different from what you are use to. My lineage is not pure. I was raised in Jarin's village for my mother was of his clan, but I do not remember my father, although I do know he was human and a great wizard. "I am not a bastard, although it was forbidden to speak my father's name in the village. I would not wish to bring shame upon your name, my lord. I am an orphan with no way of proclaiming my lineage if it was asked of me. Mayhap my gift will bring displeasure upon you from your people as well. I 131

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only wish to make you proud. You are a mighty lord and can have any such maid that you so desire..." Rowan laid a finger against her lips to silence any further protests. "I desire you, Kira. I have found none to even come close to your mettle, no matter the lineage. You are my chosen one and before this day is done, I will see us properly wed for I can not wait another moment until the deed is done. My people will be as proud of you as I am. You will see. There will be none who would keep you from me," he reassured her as he gazed down into her beautiful green eyes. He had wanted to say they would love her as he did, but he wasn't sure that was a true statement. Did he love her? He did not know. He knew he could not live without her, but love was something he was not sure about. Kira smiled warmly up at him and raised her hand to touch his unshaven jaw. A mighty quiver ran through her body when he had said he desired her. It had made her warm all over. She would make sure that he never regretted taking her to wife. She vowed to love and protect him until she drew her last breath. Her heart swelled to over flowing with the love she felt for Rowan. She hoped her love for him was enough to sustain them both. She feared she would never hear the words she longed for come from his lips. But that was all right. She could wait forever if need be. She knew he cared for her and that was enough for now. Standing her ground and taking a deep breath she reached her decision. 132

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"Then I am honor bound to be your wife and I do so with much pleasure." she told him warmly. Rowan smiled down at her and lightly kissed her upturned lips. When that was done they headed toward home and their new life together.

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Chapter Fifteen "She has fled with your brother, milord! Half dozen of my men lay slaughtered by those dogs that sniff at Rowan's tail! My men but did their duty and those black-hearted braggarts raided your lands and stole your healer right out from under your nose!" Griffin rallied as he paced back and forth in front of Harper. Griffin was fit to be tied. The little witch had out foxed him once again and his pride was sorely pricked. He should have taken her at the well when he had been there yesterday. Hell, he should have taken her sooner than that! She had always seemed to be just out of his reach, always evading him, threatening him. Damn it she was his! He had marked her for his a long time ago! Now his property was going to grace another mans bed! The scalding cut to his pride was bleeding beyond repair. Griffin stepped back out of Harper's reach, as the man withdrew his dagger and stabbed it heatedly into the desk that was before him, just inches from where Griffin had stood a moment before. "I will rip him from gullet to thorax and feed his intestines to the scavengers that clean the battle fields! Then I'll take the woman and let her warm my bed as she has obviously warmed Rowan's! What a fool I was to allow her to foster her own care! How dare Rowan take her from my land! She was to be mine, not his! By all rights he should have died in that battle and then all of Locks Glen and Kells would have been mine and all the power that went with it! Arrrguhhh!" Harper 134

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gritted out angrily, throwing his dagger against the opposite wall. "No one takes my property without feeling my blade rip through their heart!" "But my liege, you promised that I may have the witch! She belongs to me! I would avenge my honor on the field of battle! I would..." "Silence, you whores butt! You forget yourself, Griffin! I own everything within the lands of Glendaugh Castle! That includes you. If you happen to want what is left of her when I am done, then so be it. But you will not have her before me! I do not play seconds to you or any one else within my reign! Is that clear?" Harper raised a dark eyebrow in stern consternation toward Griffin. Griffin stiffened as he raised himself to his full height. As much as he wanted Kira for himself, he was no fool. He wasn't about to go against Harper. Not at the moment any way. He knew the man's shrewdness too well for that. Griffin knew he may very well find a blade in his back for disobedience. No, he'd bide his time. He was sure he'd get his chance and have the witch well before Harper knew what was happening. In fact, he would make damn sure of it. "What would you have me do?" Griffin asked in compliance. Harper smiled with the wariness of a cat on the prowl. "Much better, Griffin, you are wise not to over step your bounds." Harper remarked with loathsome attendance. So far his scheming against his brother had not given him the results that he wanted. He must work out another way of 135

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getting to Rowan. Turning to look at his second in command he sneered with contempt. "Get out of my sight, you donkey dung! I'll call you when I need you," Harper snapped at Griffin. Griffin nodded curtly, then turned and left the room, his stride stiff and steady with unleashed anger. "'Tis a pity the girl was taken, Harper." There came a deep voice from the shadows behind him. "What do you want wizard?" Harper growled low without turning around. "I'm in no mood for your blathering! It would seem as though your magic did not work! Rowan should have been dead by now and the girl mine!" "My magic worked well enough, 'twas the girl that intervened in Rowan's behalf. Her magic is very strong and she does not even know she has such power." "I think it's about time you told me why she is so important, Talyn. Everyone in the province knows her skill as a healer. What more is there to her that you aren't telling me?" Harper asked as he took in the man with a critical eye. He sure as hell didn't look like a wizard to Harper, more like a devil. Talyn was dressed in black leather leggings, black knee boots, a black silk shirt and a black studded doublet over that. He sported a pointed beard that covered just his chin with a moustache that curled somewhat at the ends. His hair was dark, about the color of sable and that he wore just to his collar. The only thing that wasn't dark about Talyn was his eyes. They were a piercing green color. They were almost the shade of an oak leaf. This wizard was very unusual indeed. 136

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Harper felt he should tread lightly whenever he was around, at least until he knew what his game was. "You will know in time, Harper. For now, it is Rowan you should concentrate on." Talyn advised as he moved away from the shadows toward the window. "Your brother lives a charmed life. I thought it would be easier to remove him from this plane." Talyn remarked more to himself than to Harper. "Aye, he has always been lucky in that way. But it's time his luck changed." Harper gritted out between clenched teeth. "Yes. In time all will be as it should be," Talyn remarked softly. "You talk in riddles wizard. Speak plain so we can get this over with." Harper suggested as he sat down at his desk. "Keep an eye on your second in command, Harper. He covets the girl, Kira. He may pose a problem in the future." Talyn remarked pointedly as he watched Griffin stride angrily toward the stables. "You needn't worry about Griffin. I know he lusts after the healer but he's more afraid of what I will do to him if he touches her." Harper spoke with certainty. "Never the less, be wary, now down to business, Harper," Talyn remarked looking away from the window. "We must plan our next move. Unfortunately it won't impede the wedding but perhaps that is for the best." "What do you mean, for the best? It would be best if she were lying between my thighs as we speak! Now I must wait for seconds from my brother! That thought alone bodes ill with me so how can this all be for the best?" Harper asked between gritted teeth. 137

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"Do not prick my temper, Harper. You would not like the consequences of those actions. Remember, I gave you the means to gain the power over Rowan's father. Do not push me into relinquishing that power into the nethers." "You have made your point quite clear, Talyn. But just remember, that can work both ways." Harper stated more civilly than he had wanted to. Talyn inclined his head. "Now that we have understood each other I will continue. Perhaps the girl will become more valuable when she gets with child." Talyn said thoughtfully. "Now you have peeked my interest yet again, wizard. Tell me more." **** Kira sat on the window seat in the bed chamber of her new home. As she gazed out the window, she tried desperately to calm her shaking body. Everything had happened so quickly this morning with their arrival that her head was still spinning. Rowan had announced to his household that the wedding would take place in the castle chapel later this afternoon. The servants and serfs alike seemed to be pleased with this information as one by one they were each introduced to their new mistress. Rowan had sent a messenger to the village to have a seamstress come at once and outfit the new mistress of Locks Glen with a wardrobe that would befit her station. Of course there had only been time enough to make a few garments and the rest would be finished in a few weeks. There had been some beautiful gowns found that had been Rowan's 138

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mothers and he had readily given permission to make them Kira's. The alterations had gone smoothly and they would sustain her until her own wardrobe could be delivered. There hadn't been time to send an invitation to the rest of his clan. After the wedding, he would send runners to inform them he had taken a bride. He knew the other chieftains would be pleased; after all, they needed an heir to carry on the Dragon Lord lineage. He would have liked for his whole clan to be present for the ceremony, but he dared not take the time to send for them. Harper was ruthless and would conjure anything he could think of in order to get Kira back to his own lands and under his rule again. He could not let that happen. They must be married and quickly. It was the only way to keep her safe from Harper's machinations. A feast fit for a king had to be readied and the hall and chapel cleaned from top to bottom in honor of this special occasion. Rowan had picked out three servants to serve as Kira's maids. Soon they had their new mistress stripped, bathed and awaiting the seamstress in the master's bedchamber upstairs from the main hall. Once the seamstress arrived, Kira knew no rest. A platter of meat, fresh fruit, cheeses and a flagon of wine were brought to her as the seamstress went about her duties. There must have been nearly fifty bolts of fabric that had been carted in. Kira had never seen so many beautiful fabrics before. This new feeling of being touched by people was taking its toll on her as well, but she persevered because of Rowan. He was lord here and she would not disgrace him by getting 139

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hysterical over the matter. But dear Goddess, give her strength, for it was wearing her mettle really thin. The bed chamber was huge but with the seamstress, her six assistances, the bolts of cloth with all the trimmings, Kira, and her three maids, well, the room grew quite small in no time at all.

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Chapter Sixteen Rowan walked briskly toward the main sitting room inside the castle. He had made sure that all the preparations for his wedding were in order before coming back here and meeting with Angus. He had even gone as far as to look in on Kira to make sure she was doing alright. He knew she was not use to crowds or being pampered and had smiled when he found her in complete control of the situation. He had left her to her ministrations much to her chagrin, but that could not be helped. He needed time to get things prepared for their wedding this evening among other things. Coming into the great hall, Rowan took a sharp left through a wide hall way. Opening the door to his study he found it empty. He hailed one of the serving maids and bid her bring ale for him and Angus. He closed the door then sat down at his desk and began shuffling through the paper work that had begun to pile up in his absence. He had been gone for a week. He was presumed dead although Angus had never really given up hope. With out a body to substantiate the claim, Harper had not a leg to stand on, thanks to Kira. If she had not found him when she did, things would have been a lot different. A soft knock on the door interrupted his thoughts as he bade the person to enter. It was the serving girl with the ale. She put a tray filled with two mugs, a pitcher of cool ale with some cheese and bread on the side board near the massive stone fireplace that decorated one end of the room. Then she left him to his thoughts. 141

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Rowan looked around him and suddenly realized that he had missed this place most. This was his sanctuary from the world beyond. This was his place that he could come to and just be himself for awhile without all the trials and tributes that came along with being the ruler of this land. That was a pleasure he did not afford himself very often and when he did, it seemed to rejuvenate his spirit. Right now he needed rejuvenating. He sighed heavily as he leaned back in his chair. He had gone through some major chances this past week and thanked the fates that he had lived through them with not too many scars. Kira's healing powers and quick thinking had brought him through the worst of his bad judgments. For that he was truly grateful. Not many men could live through one of Harper's traps and live to tell about it. Aye, he was a very lucky man indeed. Rowan got up and went to the sideboard and poured himself a tankard of ale and tore off a piece of cheese and a large chunk of bread. He just realized he'd had nothing substantial to eat since last evening and greedily chewed the food as he turned and looked out the windows of his study. From this room he could see most of the valley that rolled beneath the castle. He would never, as long as he lived, tire of this view. As usual his thoughts returned to Kira. By the heavens she was his saving grace, his angel of mercy, his warrior maiden. She was all these things to him and more. She was so much more. But how could he define what he was feeling toward her? 142

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Rowan picked up his tankard of ale and sat back down behind his desk. How could he put into words the feelings he had toward Kira, when he could not find them for himself? It was almost as though she were his soul mate. Aye, his heart had thrummed for her as it had never done for anyone in his lifetime. That is why he wanted to marry her and to keep her as his. He did not feel completely whole when they were apart. With Kira by his side he was on another level of being. A place of ascension that he thought he would never aspire to. Rowan felt a great rage rise deep within him at the thought of Harper wanting her for himself. Rowan vowed he would die protecting Kira from Harper's irrational and delusional hands. No, he could not put a finger on what his true feelings for Kira were, but he would enjoy taking a lifetime in learning them. A knock on his door brought him out of his thoughts. "Enter," Rowan said as he leaned back into his chair. Angus entered the room then closed the door snuggly behind him. He had learned long ago that this room was sealed as long as the door was closed in a proper manner, that way no one could hear what was being said from the opposite side of the door. Angus knew something was amiss. Rowan never used this room for just casual talk. "You wanted to see me, Rowan?" Angus stated as he walked to the side board and poured himself a tankard of ale. He tore off a chunk of bread then went and sat down across from Rowan on the opposite side of the desk. 143

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"Aye, once again I would thank you for your timely rescue yesterday." Rowan answered, leaning his arms on top of the desk. "You are welcome, but I am sure that is not entirely why you asked me here. Spit it out, Rowan. What is bothering you that we must meet here in private where no one can hear our conversation?" Angus bluntly stated to Rowan settling back in his chair. "You know me too well, my friend," Rowan laughed softly. "You are not having second thoughts about the wee lass are you? Because if you are..." "No, she is not what I called you here for. I have already told you that she is mine, Angus," Rowan remarked, raising a sable brow in consternation. Angus just smiled and chewed off a piece of the bread easing back in a more comfortable position. "So what is this about, Rowan?" "We have a spy in our midst," Rowan finally stated, the lines in his face conforming to a frown. "A spy? Are you sure?" The statement startled Angus, bringing his full attention forward. "Aye, a traitor in our midst and I can not tolerate traitors. The trap was set too perfectly. Harper had to have known exactly when we were coming. I have played over the scene in my mind a thousand times since it happened. There can be no other explanation for it." Rowan said taking a long drink of his ale. "Hmmm, that would make sense. Shall I go scouting?" Angus asked with a smile that had a devilish hint to it. 144

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"Aye, I think your special talents are in order, but not until after the wedding. If there are vipers among us, we will need our strength in numbers. If we divide our strengths now, it would leave us too vulnerable. I do not want anything to interrupt this marriage. It is the only way that I can keep Kira safe from Harper's machinations. I do not want to think about what would happen to her if she fell into his hands," Rowan replied with unease. "Do not worry, Rowan. She will be safe here. Your brother would not dare tempt the fates on the sacred ground of the Dragon Lords." "We shall see. For now, let us ready ourselves for whatever may happen. The sooner we are wed, the easier I can breathe." "I will go hunting soon after. I will let you know what I find," Angus stated, getting up from his chair. Rowan nodded in compliance and then Angus left him to his thoughts. Things were out of kilter and he did not like that one little bit.

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Chapter Seventeen Earlier in the day, Rowan had briefly stopped by to check on his bride's progress. Before she could say a word to him above the chatter of ladies, he smiled warmly at her then turned and left. Just like a man to run when things got hectic, Kira thought grimly, trying to maintain some order of calm in this energy filled room. That had been nearly six hours ago. She was now all alone in the massive bedchamber. As the light started to fade against the afternoon sky, apprehension and worry started to shake her confidence in what she was about to do. She found a comfortable spot on the bench that snuggled up under the only window in the chamber. The bench was built into the stone wall and was covered in soft pillows and cushions. The rest of the bedchamber was similarly styled. There was a massive four poster bed sitting in the middle of the room with fine velvet curtains hung there to keep the cold at bay during the winter season. A very large chest of drawers and two larger and taller chests filled the space on either side of the door. As was the bed, they were hand carved with elegant dragon heads and scrolls adorning the dark wood that they were made from. As she had run her small hand across the intricately carved furniture she could sense the legacy that had been born into each handsome piece from centuries past. A large fireplace stood vigil on the wall across from the window. Tapestries adorned the walls and fine wool rugs graced the stone floor to help keep the chill away. Such 146

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magnificence compared to her small dirt floor cottage. The grandeur of it surrounded her senses until she could barely breathe. She was not use to such finery, yet here she was, wrapped within its glory. She would never have thought this would happen to her. Kira had once thought she was content with her life at the cottage. But when Rowan came into her life as a flesh and blood man, he had changed all of that. He had made her realize that she would be lost and very lonely without him in her life. Kira sighed heavily and looked out the window. The shadows were growing longer as the day was ending. Soon she would be a bride and a shiver coursed through her body as she thought of what that entailed. She looked down at her finery and tried to breathe normally although the day that she had been through made it seem impossible. Kira was dressed in a beautiful gown made from the finest silk available. It had belonged to Rowan's mother and had learned from him that this particular gown had been his mother's own wedding finery. So once Rowan had left them to their adjustments, Kira bade the seamstress work her magic and make this her wedding gown as well. It clung to her full breasts and then flowed outward caressing her small waist before widening at the hips then flowing gently to the floor like a cloud. The sleeves were long and fit snugly about her arms and wrists. The sea green color enhanced the color of her eyes and made her copper tresses glow with a warmth that she hadn't realized was there before. 147

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It felt right that she should wear this beautiful gown on this joyous day. Maddy, the youngest of her three maids, had brought her a bouquet of fresh wildflowers and a crown of heather with maidenhair ferns for her hair. That had been over an hour ago. Now the anxiousness was starting to overwhelm her. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the windowsill. Misty visions appeared in her mind as she thought again of the long night ahead of her. Oh, she knew all about the act of coupling. She had learned that at a very early age. It was part of a healer's wisdom to know all things that pertained to a man and a woman. But this was her wedding night. A night she thought would never take place. Kira hadn't had time to really prepare herself for this eventuality. Being a loner and shunned by most people, except for her healing abilities, this night had only come to her in dreams, which for her, had been unattainable. She sighed wistfully and gazed out the open window. This was her wedding night. What did that mean exactly? How did she really feel about Rowan and their future together? She had been alone most of her life except for Jarin and his clan and her wonderful teacher. She wasn't even sure where she even belonged in that whole scheme of life. Kira knew her mother was from the clan of Jarin's but her father had been a mystery. No one seemed to want to mention his name and when they did, it was in hushed sporadic tones, bits and pieces of a man she barely remembered. She was told that he had been a great wizard from an ancient human civilization. But other than that she 148

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knew nothing about her lineage. Not that it seemed to matter to Rowan, but it did matter to her. There had been no one who would answer her questions as a small child after her mother had died. The Grand Dame of the village had forbidden anyone to speak of her parents. If not for Master Balder, her young life could have very easily been snuffed out completely. If not for the love and friendship Master Balder felt toward her mother, Kira knew her young life would have ended rapidly. He saved her and gave her new life and new hope. Being an outcast and without protection she would have surely died. Kira looked down to her lap where her hands lay folded. With a heavy sigh, she thought of her powers. She possessed the fire in her hands from as far back as she could recall. She had been born with that gift. A gift Rowan didn't think twice about and for that she was truly grateful and amazed. He had been the only one she had ever known that did not either fear her power or think her a weapon to use for destructive purposes. She sighed softly and tilted her head back against the wall. Her skills with the staff, the radiant fire balls she could conjure and her healing ability were all due to the tedious teachings of her most learned teacher. For all those things she would be eternally grateful. Master Balder had taught her well how to use her powers for good and shown her the destructive power of her hands as well. He had wanted her to be protected once she was finally on her own. It was up to her own sense of right and wrong in how she chose to use the power within herself. 149

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But now her destiny had taken another turn in the path of life. Soon she would be married to the great Dragon Lord of Kells and she was in awe of that fact. Rowan. How did she really feel about him? Was the love that she was feeling merely the infatuation of a young girl that had only dreams to fortify her existence? He was kind, handsome and a fierce warrior. She had learned the history of his clan as she learned the history of her own clan. They were entwined from the beginning. It had been destiny that had forced her out on her own so that her and Rowan's paths would cross. Now that she had embarked upon this new path, she must remember to add this part to their clan's history so that they could pass it on to their children who in turn would pass it down among the generations to come. Kira knew it had always been her destiny to protect the Dragon Lord of Kells if ever they should meet, but she had never dared dream that she would become his life-mate and bear him the heirs he needed to continue the line. It was nearly overwhelming, these events that have lead up to this moment in time. Did she love him? Aye, she did. She always had. From the first time she had learned about him as a little girl she had loved him. But did he feel that way toward her? Could he ever feel that way toward her? He had told her that his heart had hummed for her. That had warmed her heart. It was a beginning and she would wait a lifetime for him to love her, if that is what it would take. 150

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Kira turned abruptly as she heard the latch on the chamber door being lifted. She rose to her feet and watched silently as Rowan entered the chamber, closing the door behind him. Her whole insides were quivering. From fright or happiness she wasn't quite sure. He was dressed in a fine garment of black velvet. His emblem of Dragon Lord was emblazoned on the back of his cloak in a delicate red and green stitch that was encircled in a fine gold thread. He wore black leggings with matching knee boots that looked to be the softest leather she had ever seen. About his waist he wore a leather belt that carried a finely made sheath where his sword hung at rest. Upon the sheath there were multitudes of delicate embroidery depicting a fine array of different scenarios. The craftsmanship was breathtakingly beautiful. She thought he looked magnificent as he turned to face her and her heart filled with pride. Rowan caught his breath as he finally laid eyes upon Kira. He thought she was the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen and he had seen his fair share of beautiful women in his lifetime to know that she out shined all who had gone before her. Their eyes met for a split second before Kira lowered gaze. A feeling of apprehension washed over her as Rowan slowly walked toward her. His perusal made her even more nervous as he silently walked around her, taking in every fair inch of her being. "Do I meet with your approval, milord?" she asked a bit timidly, still not looking at him. "Aye, I have never seen a more radiant bride in all my days as lord of this keep. I know my mother would be proud 151

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that you chose to wear the gown she had worn for my father on their blessed day. I know you do me a great honor as well," he breathed as he lifted her face toward his. "You also do me a great honor by becoming my wife, Kira. I know I will find great pleasure at being your husband," he smiled down at her. She blushed sweetly at his meaning. "I fear you may not like testing the waters as they could end up being very turbulent and taxing, milord," she answered shyly. "You have nothing to fear from me Kira. I am a patient man. It will take time for us to get to know each other. I have great faith that we will have a rewarding liaison." "I hope 'tis true. I would do naught to give you rise against me," she answered in a small voice. "I would never rise against you, my little angel of mercy. In case you have not realized it yet, I could not see myself living another day without you in my arms. My blood runs hot when I am near you and my heart aches with a hollow sadness when you are away from me. If 'tis love, so be it, if 'tis lust, then love will surely follow. But no matter what it is I am feeling is called, I will be your husband true and would ask nothing less from you," he said, looking deep within her eyes as he spoke. Kira smiled warmly and raised her hand to run a small finger alongside his cheek in an affectionate gesture. "I too felt the weight of being without you, but I felt unworthy of your attention, though my heart ached to hold you near. You are lord of these lands and held in high regard from your people. I am but a village healer, never thinking of 152

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myself rising beyond my station. It was only in dreams that I sought the sanctuary of my heart; to keep it hidden there, away from harm. Now I have handed it over into your safe keeping, milord," she told him boldly, holding his gaze steadfastly. Rowan smiled with warmth that reached beyond his lips to his eyes. He bent down and gently kissed her soft moist lips, stealing her breath away in the process. He reluctantly ended the kiss and then tucked her small hand within the fold of his arm. "'Tis time we made our way to the chapel." She nodded with a smile as they left the bedchamber behind. Together they descended the stairs and entered the small sanctuary where they would say their vows to one another. The small crevice was filled to overflowing as the lord and his lady proudly walked down the isle between his people. Between their people. The time had come for Kira to think of them as her people as well. She would do all that she could to ensure their people did not regret welcoming her with open arms.

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Chapter Eighteen The ceremony was short but very beautiful. Kira had always wished to have a full ritual wedding from her clan and that had saddened her, but now that she was here, the warmth of the chapel filled her heart. Around the alter candles were lit and fresh flowers were strewn about every where, lending their heady scents to the already packed chapel. Rowan had explained that he wanted a short version of the ceremony. There was not time to go through the whole custom. He would not delay any longer in making Kira his wife. He feared if he waited any longer, fate would snatch her from his arms and he would never hold her near his heart again. He could not allow that to happen, so she obeisance to his wishes, her heart flowing with happiness. The old priest circled them as they knelt before the ancient alter. He held a smoldering branch of sage, blessing the couple in the old way and as the ceremony progressed he gave them into the safe keeping of the Goddess. Invoking the three phases of the Goddess to speed their journey together with joy and happiness, then gently touched each of them with a branch from the sacred Rowan tree. "May your children be many, may your journey together be a long and happy one and when the time comes, may the Goddess bless each of you with the blissful eternal sleep without pain or suffering," the old priest invoked. Then he stood back and nodded to Rowan who turned toward his lifemate. He removed a small ring from his little finger and placed it on the first finger of Kira's left hand. She drew in a 154

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breath at the beauty of the ring. It was silver with an inlaid dragon's head that sported two perfect blue diamonds for its eyes. Flames surrounded the dragon's head and they were encrusted with other fine gems. She uttered not a word as Rowan spoke his vows. "With this ancient symbol of my people, I seal our marriage contract. A never ending circle of faith, hope and trust in our union binds us eternally together. From this moment on we are as one, sharing, caring and giving freely one unto the other. Do you agree to this contract, Kira?" Rowan asked, still holding her hand in his. Kira looked deep within Rowan's eyes and answered where all could hear, in a voice that rang as sweet as crystal in the stone chapel. "I would tell you and all your people that I will treasure this ring of our union from now until the Goddess calls us to sleep. I freely give you my heart to add to the ring of truth. Our hearts shall be as one as our souls are joined within the circle of our union. No more as separate beings but as one true self," she answered, never wavering from his eyes. A broad smile creased Rowan's face as he swelled with pride at her words. The old priest took a silk cord with ancient script displayed across it and draped it in a figure eight around both their hands then continued. He poured some wine into a chalice then had each of them in turn take a drink while he threw salt to the four winds chanting in an ancient dialect. Once he was done, he took the chalice from Rowan's hand and set it back 155

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on to the altar, then he turned back toward the couple and raised his hands. "This is a time of harmony amongst our people," stated the old priest. "This is a time to rejoice in our lord's happiness. This will be a time of rebirth for our Dragon Lord. Let no man take from you what is yours, Rowan, Kira. Be of kind heart and spirit," the priest stated, looking them both in the eyes with his words as he gently spread the smoke of the sage around them once more. "Rowan, take your life-mate and show her to your people," the priest gestured when he was done as he removed the silk cord that bound them. Rowan smiled and gently kissed Kira's hand that he still held entwined within his. He rose to his feet bringing his beautiful wife with him. As they prepared to leave the chapel a multitude of joyous shouts rang out from everywhere. His people were happy that their lord at last had secured the lineage of the mighty Dragon Lords. All save one. A lone figure stayed to the shadows of the chapel. His heart was enraged at the wedding that he could not stop. He watched from his darkened perch as the Lord of Locks Glen and his lady left the chapel. He held within him such a fury, so hot and heavy that he barely concealed it beneath the surface. There had been too many of Rowan's men around him to successfully stop the wedding. That had just intensified the gravity of the situation. Griffin clenched his hands into tight fists as he quietly left the joyous festivities behind him. Soon she would be his. A virgin no more, but his just the same, he thought as he 156

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sneaked out the back of the chapel and past the guards that walked the turrets above him. He waited for the guards to disappear around the turret then climbed over the wall. He kept to the shadows until he was well clear of the castle walls, then he mounted his horse and left. **** "You are mad!" Griffin rallied at Harper as they rode toward Locks Glen. "What makes you think that Rowan will allow you to enter through the gates, let alone join in the feasting of his marriage?" Harper laughed wickedly at his second in command. He whipped his horse into a faster pace as he turned a dark eye toward Griffin. "That is why I am in command and you are a feeble jacka-ninny to run my errands!" he spat at the man next to him. Griffin stiffened but kept his tongue still. He would bide his time where Harper was concerned. "He will let me in because he wants peace between us. What better way to gain entrance into an enemy's stronghold than to give them a false sense of security. Aye, he will let me in and with open arms. He will not want to give his people a sense of alarm, especially on this sacred night. No, we will let the mouse think he has snared the cat for awhile and then victory will be mine." Harper said with loathing. The lights of Locks Glen shone in the distance as they hurried toward their destination. **** 157

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The feasting had already begun by the time Rowan and Kira returned to the great hall. They had been plagued by well wishers from the moment they had left the sacred altar. Tonight everyone was at the castle. This was a time for joy and celebration and Rowan freely shared all with his people. All ranks feasted together, blessing their lord on his wedding. There would not soon be another feast as this unless the lady of the keep was blessed with a child in their first year. Then the feasting would be more extravagant, for then the future of the Dragon Lords would be sealed and the bloodline continued for another generation. The great hall was packed tight as many long tables had been brought in and set up around the room. The Lord and his lady sat at the head table on the dais for all his people to see. At either table on each side of them sat his most trustworthy of men. This was a grand celebration indeed. As the evening progressed, each knight knelt before the new lady of Locks Glen and swore fealty to her in front of their lord. Angus was the first to take the lady's hand and welcome her, laying a soft kiss upon her knuckles. Rowan's heart swelled with pride that his men would thusly do this without being prompted. Tonight he felt truly worthy to hold the title of Dragon Lord of Kells. Kira smiled warmly at her husband as he gently planted a kiss on the palm of her hand, sending shivers of warmth running through her. It had been many hours now since their vows had been spoken and the hour was growing quite late. Between the special attention from her husband and the 158

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warmth of the wine she had drunk, she was quickly feeling the effects of both. Gently she ran a finger alongside Rowan's face. He was her husband. That was a word she thought never to associate with herself. Now he was all hers and she was happier than she ever thought she could possibly be. Rowan gently grabbed her hand and then planted another kiss upon her palm, a habit he was quite getting use to and one that Kira seemed to be more relaxed with. "The hour is growing quite late, my lady. I wish to make you my wife in all ways," his voice a husky vibration against her hand, sent powerful warmth flooding through her whole body. Rowan smiled warmly as the blush rose becomingly to her face. "My lord, I hate to interrupt but a word with you, if you please," Angus said urgently next to Rowan's ear. "What is it Angus? You sound displeased with something," Rowan answered without looking at his friend. "Rowan, my apologies, but your attention is needed," Angus repeated urgently. "Aye, my attention is quite taken already in case you have not noticed," Rowan answered with a smile at his lovely bride. "I beg your forgiveness my lady, but new guests have arrived that you should be aware of Rowan." Rowan turned toward Angus who looked like the floor had just opened up and swallowed him. "What is it Angus? Spit it out, man, I have no secrets from my wife," Rowan replied as he gave Angus his full attention. 159

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"Harper awaits at the gate to enter, my lord." Angus replied as he stood tall in front of his friend, his hand on the hilt of his sword. Rowan stood up so swiftly that he nearly unseated Kira beside him. He automatically reached for his sword but her small hand stayed his action. All his men that were seated around him also reached for their swords and half stood as they searched the hall for intruders. "Please, Rowan, do not arouse suspicion within the hall. Our people are feasting and making merry. Can you not settle this at the gate with less of an audience?" she pleaded softly; wisely. Rowan looked around him at the chaos that was waiting to unfold. He eased his hand from the hilt of his sword. The features of his face softened at the sight of her. He lifted her hand to his lips and lightly planted a kiss there upon it. "You are wise beyond your years, my sweet angel. I have chosen my mate well." He let go of her hand, stayed his knights with just a gesture and then nodded at Angus to head for the door. Kira started to stand but Rowan laid a hand upon her shoulder and gently pushed her back down into her chair. "You will stay here where you will be safe. I do not know what Harper is up to and I will not have you in harms way." "But I may be of some assistance." "Nay, Kira. Worry not. We will return posthaste." "Be careful, Rowan," she answered softly, wishing to go with him yet knowing he did not need her there as a distraction in case Harper tried something evil. 160

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"Enjoy the company of our people for soon we will be alone in our chamber. This I promise you," He smiled down at her, a smile so warm and inviting it could melt the winter snows. Then he and Angus quietly left the hall. Rowan braced himself for the confrontation with his brother. His sword hung close to his side, his dagger sheathed within easy access at his waist. Why was his brother here? What did he want? Harper would not catch him unawares this time, he thought, as he walked down the stone steps and headed toward the front gate through the bailey. Griffin nudged Harper as soon as he saw Rowan and Angus come into sight. Harper turned swiftly around and put on his best face, although he would have loved to plant his dirk into Rowan's heart and be done with the matter. But that would have to wait until a later time. "Rowan, dear brother, I hear that congratulations are in order," Harper stated as he extended his hand toward Rowan. "Why are you here, Harper?" Rowan asked in a flat tone. He noticed that both Harper and his man at arms looked as though they had ridden hard and fast to get here. Dust was caked upon their clothing and their horses were sweaty and breathing hard. What was he up to now? "As I said, I had heard that you had gotten married," Harper replied with his haughtiest of smiles. "News travels fast considering I just returned with my bride this morning," Rowan answered coldly. "Ah, well, yes, I was on my way here when the news reached me." Harper evaded with the wave of his hand. "Am I too late? I did so want to join you in your good fortune. I had 161

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heard that you and some of your men had been attacked in the forest of Muir. I was away visiting the High King in Tara when it happened or else I would have come sooner. I do hope you weren't hurt?" Harper asked with as much sincerity as a viper. "As you can see I am in good form, thanks to my lovely bride. If she had not happened along I don't believe I would be here right now," Rowan answered solemnly, knowing full well that Harper's lips dripped with lies. Rowan wished he could dispense with these pithy words, but until he knew what Harper's game was, he would play along. "Yes, I can see that you do look none the worse for wear. You say your new bride healed you? What is her name pray tell, so that I may thank her for her kindness to you?" "That will not be necessary. She is of no concern to you." "Come now, Rowan, she is my new sister. What is the harm in telling me her name?" Rowan seethed inside, barely containing the animosity that was bubbling to the surface. He wanted to know what game Harper was playing and the only way to do that was to go along with this charade. If he chose to make a stand now, it could prove unwise for his people. There were too many making merry to consider having it out with Harper at this moment. He glanced beyond Harper's shoulder and saw the entourage of men that his brother had dragged with him. "Kira," Rowan answered reluctantly. He had no wish to hear her name drip from his brother's venomous mouth, but there was no help for it. 162

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"Kira? Isn't that the name of the orphaned healer that lives in the glen near my stronghold, Griffin?" "Aye, my lord, it is." Griffin answered stiffly, eyeing Rowan with much loathing. Angus grew tauter in his stance. The air crackled around them, each waiting for the other to make a fatal move. "So are we to move into the great hall or tarry here in the bailey while the ale swills your people?" Harper pushed, knowing full well that he had Rowan between a rock and a hard spot. Rowan took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. This is what his father would have called a stale mate. A term that his father used often, when he taught Rowan how to play his favorite board game, known as chess. A stale mate is where two opponents battled head on until neither of them could make a move. Aye, this was definitely a stall mate. He had no choice. He did not want to shed the blood of his people on his wedding day. "The festivities are still nigh on 'till dawn. You are welcome to join us, but your men will stay outside the gate," Rowan answered flatly. Rowan felt Angus stiffen next to him but his friend said not a word. He hated letting this slug enter his home, his fortress, his sanctuary, but Harper was up to something and what better way to deal with him than to keep him close. "Of course, but as my Captain of the Guards, Griffin will accompany me," Harper replied as he waved his knights away from the gate. "Thank you, brother, for this warm welcome. It gives me great pleasure to rejoice in your happiest of days." 163

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where she sat. This was not good, she thought, bracing herself for the confrontation. Instinctively she put up her guard against the new guests as the distance between them closed rapidly. Rowan noted her bearing and the quick glow of her hands. He smiled with a light heart as she slowly stood, ready to help him do battle against his enemy if necessary. That bit of a gesture on her part finally put his mind at ease about Harper's hold on her. From this moment on, he would not worry over that liaison. A murmured hush fell across the room as Rowan stood next to his wife. All his men stood up with hands on their weapons, ready to protect their lord and his lady from Harper and his minions. He took her hands in his and kissed them lightly, then addressed the people in the hall. "My people, a truce has settled between my brother and me in honor of my marriage. Please have no fear. Eat, drink and enjoy the rest of the night." Then he turned toward Kira. "My love, I would introduce you to my brother, Harper. He has come to rejoice in our union. Harper, this is my wife, Kira," Rowan said slowly, as he smiled down at her. "Yes. I know Kira. She is the healer from my province. Never in my wildest of dreams could I fathom her married to you, brother," Harper remarked as he took Kira's hand and planted a wet kiss there upon it. It took all of Kira's inner strength to keep from recoiling at his touch. The man was evil to the core and each contact with him was like having scalding water poured over her naked body. She shivered with revulsion when he finally released her hand. 165

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"I, too, recognize the Lady of Locks Glen as the witch from the village, Grayleaves, my liege. Our paths have crossed often." Griffin said loud enough for those sitting closest to them to hear. He seated himself next to Harper, a smug grin plastered on his scarred face. Rowan's warriors listened intently for any sign from Rowan that they could start carving these new guests for slandering the new Lady of the Keep. Kira stiffened at the offense but Rowan laid a gentle hand to hers to ease her discomfort. "Surely you are mistaken, Griffin. My healer, yes, but she is too lovely a lady to be a sorceress. I also believe she is a half breed, is she not? Half human and half elf I think is the mix." Harper remarked as he took a tankard of ale that had been brought to him. He hoped he would be planting seeds within the minds of Rowan's people. The kind of seeds that could be nurtured to his benefit. "Be careful of what you speak Harper. I would hate to have to kill you when you have sworn you come in peace. My wife is a grand healer and an excellent warrior. She does her station justice for I have chosen very well." Rowan stated as he squeezed Kira's hand affectionately, trying to ignore the remark about her lineage. He knew all about her. Harper was barking up the wrong tree if he thought he would get a rise out of him for that one. "I, myself, have regained much strength from her soft touch. My people know of her healing skills and have welcomed her with open arms. Kira has a very special gift Harper, and my people have sworn fealty to her." Rowan 166

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Chills covered her from head to toe. The sinister way he looked at her reminded her of a snake getting ready to strike. "Enough! You can tell them she is taken, Harper. Remember, she is my wife. You can also relay to them this piece of advice. Any man who has ill will against her will answer to me with his life," Rowan answered in a deadly calm voice. Harper nodded in understanding. Rowan had made his point quite bluntly. There would be no further attempt at slandering his wife. For truce or no truce, Rowan would not tolerate it. The air seemed to crackle with the energy that surrounded these two lords. Kira felt sure that one of them would cease being a gentleman any moment and blood would be spilt in this great hall before the night was over. Her heart was sickened to think that she had brought this upon Rowan's house. She thought that maybe she could back out of this marriage. It wasn't too late ... they hadn't consummated the marriage yet. Rowan watched the different emotions play across Kira's beautiful face as she sipped her ale. Harper would not ruin this night if he had anything to say about it. By all rights Kira was Rowan's now to love and protect. Harper would not get her back. Especially now that Rowan had brought unwanted attention upon her. "Do not be overly concerned about the outcome of this evening my lady. We are duly wed and that is how we will stay," he said gently to her as he lifted her hand to his lips. 168

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"But Rowan, it is not too late." She whispered to him quietly looking up into his eyes. "It was too late the first moment I laid eyes upon you my red-haired angel," he smiled warmly, drawing her near for a sweet, tender kiss. She felt herself grow warm all over as they ended the kiss and she nodded in compliance. He was her protector from now on just as she was his. The two had become one as fate had promised. She would have to get use to that fact. A fact she was more than happy to comply with. Nothing more was said between them, nor did Harper do any thing more than small talk. Tension was still in the air, but it had eased somewhat from when first they had entered the hall. As the gaiety of the occasion drug on for hours, Rowan finally nodded toward Angus, took hold of Kira's hand and stood up. "May the Goddess fill your hearts and tankards with much joy until morning brings its first rays to shine upon our happy alliance!" Rowan bellowed with a smile. "My lady and I will now retire for the evening. Make ye merry as long as there is mead to be shared!" He took Kira by the arm then bent down for Harper's ears only. "Angus will see you safely ensconced within your chambers, Harper. I bid you a warm welcome, but do not stray from your chamber lest it be fatal." Harper stiffened at his words but said nothing as he watched his brother and his bride walk up the stairs and out of sight.

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Chapter Nineteen Once Rowan closed the heavy wooden door behind them, he heaved a sigh of relief. He had not realized how much Harper's presence had affected him. Not taking any chances with the two enemies encased within the castle walls, Rowan lowered the heavy wooden brace into place across the door. When he turned around, his breath caught in his throat as he watched his bride standing next to the fire. Although it was May time, the night air still held a chill so a fire had been lit for the new couple. A more beautiful sight he had never seen before. Her hair glowed with a life of its own and the way the light from the fire danced across her features she looked every bit as angelic as the first time he'd seen her. The soft glow of the flames nearly made her garments transparent which set his manhood to hardening worse than it already had been. She was so lovely, that she literally glowed with energy and warmth. The fire played a rhythmic dance upon her copper tresses, igniting a fire deep down in his loins. He crossed the space between them in less than a heart beat and put his arms around her small frame as she gazed into the fire. "Is it necessary for you to bar the door Rowan? Are we not safe in our own rooms from him?" she asked in a small voice leaning back against his massive chest, reveling in the warmth of his body.

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"Aye, we are safe enough. But 'tis our wedding night and I do not wish to be disturbed by anyone." he kissed the top of her head, breathing in the fragrance of her. "Are you afraid, Kira?" he asked gently when he felt her shiver against him. "Aye, a little," she answered truthfully. "I promise you will not regret this night," Rowan turned her to face him then lowered his lips to hers. A shiver of warmth quickly spread through Kira's trembling body. Her insides slowly melted as steel would melt on a forge; gradually it brought the temperature to a smoldering degree of incandescent warmth, making his kiss grow deeper as he held her more securely in his arms. She thought that their bodies would meld together in the fiery blast she felt rising from her very toes. Kira ached with a longing that she had never known before and she found she was not quite sure what to do about it. Gently Rowan caressed her back, easing her closer against him. The fire that shot through his body was turning his blood into a raging inferno. Never had he felt as alive as he did with Kira in his arms, their lips locked into an eternal embrace that he hoped would never end. Hungrily Rowan left her lips and burned a trail of hot kisses down the side of her neck to the hollow of her throat. His fingers were busy unlacing the ties that held her gown in place. Once that was accomplished he eased the gown off her shoulders and watched as it floated gracefully in a puddle on the floor at their feet. 171

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Magnificent! Was the only thought that raced through his passion-hazed mind as he took in the beauty that stood before him. Kira caught her breath as she realized what he had done. She started to cover herself from his eyes. But he would have none of that. "Nae, my sweet angel. Let me feast upon your loveliness that I have hungered for. Let me quench the thirst my eyes have craved since first we have met." Rowan softly spoke as he caressed her with his boldness. A shiver of hot desire coursed through her body as he took in her nakedness. She should feel ashamed that he was looking at her, but the words that he had spoken so softly, caressed her with warmth she could not explain. The hunger and desire that she saw in his eyes once he looked back at her filled her with a need beyond reasoning. She began to help him remove his own clothes in her eagerness to be close to him. Flesh against flesh, heart against heart. Rowan eagerly discarded his clothes, letting them fall where they may. Kira boldly watched as he discarded the last remnants of his garments. He stood proudly in front of her, letting her get accustomed to his size. After all, he was a large man in every way conceivable. Kira looked him over from head to toe and every where in between with an awe inspiring breath. He was just as large without his clothes as with them, she mused silently. Gingerly she reached out to touch his massive chest then dropped it back down to her side. She wasn't sure how to proceed or what boundaries she should adhere to. She knew very much 172

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how she wanted to caress and trail her small fingers through the forest of hair upon his bare chest. But did she dare? "You may touch me, sweeting," Rowan breathed softly. He knew her touch would probably undo him but he ached for it. "I'm afraid," Kira whispered as she took a step back. "I promise I won't hurt you, Kira," Rowan stated as he stepped closer to her. He reached out and gently drew her to him until they were only a breath apart. Their bodies tingled with the sudden contact, sending shivers and bumps crawling across their skin. "Och, no it is not you that I fear. But myself." she answered, tentatively laying her hand upon the breadth of his chest. "Why is that my sweet?" he asked as he nuzzled her neck just below her earlobe. Kira shivered with unbridled emotion. What would happen if I lose all control? Was the thought running through her mind as Rowan's lips dropped lower onto her neck. She felt like she was burning from the inside out. An ache between her thighs thundered through her veins so fiercely she thought she would crumble beneath the assault. "Tell me Kira. What are you afraid of?" Rowan asked as he slipped his lips lower and caressed a pink nipple with his tongue. The sensation nearly drove Kira over the edge. Her knees wanted to buckle beneath her from the sensation he was causing her to feel. She wasn't sure what she should do. The emotions were tingling in a tangle of massive energy that needed urgent release. 173

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"Oh Rowan, I am afraid to let go. I don't know what will happen if I do," she breathed raggedly into his chest. "I have always kept a tight rein on my emotions for fear of hurting someone. I would die if I hurt you." Rowan smiled under his ministrations. He was touched by her concern. But he was not worried. "Let me love you Kira, the way that you need to be loved," he said, moving over to the other nipple. Kira moaned and arched toward his torturous tongue. She could not stop the raging fire that burned through her veins. Her decision made, she nodded her head and melted against him as he took both nipples into his mouth and suckled. She held onto his shoulders, her nails digging in as she tried to bring him closer. Rowan released her breasts and easily picked her up into his arms. He captured Kira's lips in a devouring kiss that sent her weak all over as he headed for their bed. He laid her down then joined her, caressing her smooth stomach then going further into the nest of copper curls that shielded her treasure. He slowly ran his finger over the edge of her mound into the wet cavern of her body. Kira nearly jumped out of her skin, so sensitive was she down there. The fever in her blood pitched to a higher degree as Rowan entered and stretched her with his finger, rubbing the nub that drove her over the edge of awareness causing her to lose control over her senses. Kira moaned and quivered as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. She tried to stay calm, to keep her mind from spiraling out of control, but it was no use. When 174

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Rowan lowered his lips and took her hard nipple into his mouth all thought, all reason, took flight and she soared toward the heavens. Rowan felt Kira coming close to the brink of no return. She was hot, moist and ready for him. He removed his finger and rose above her. Kira's passion glazed eyes watched as he entered her. Slow and carefully he indulged in the heat of her body. She felt so good as her body contracted around his hard staff, beckoning for him to go deeper. He obliged her with his movement until he felt the barrier that constricted his entry. He bent down and kissed Kira fiercely then broke through the thin barrier. She cried out and he stopped but just for a moment. He was hard pressed not to spill his seed right then and there, her tightness nearly squeezed the life from his shaft. "I am sorry for the pain, Kira." Rowan whispered raggedly, leaning his forehead against hers. "Do not stop Rowan." Kira replied as she moved against him. The pain was gone. She felt full of him yet she knew he was but half way there. She would go mad if he did not claim her and soon. That's all the encouragement he needed. He filled her to capacity with his shaft and she moved to accommodate him. He worked his hips back and forth, in and out until beads of sweat gathered upon his brow, slow methodical movements, trying to prolong this feeling of pure bliss. Kira moaned and shifted beneath him, burning with fever.

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"Rowan, I am on fire! Please! Release my agony!" Kira moaned as she arched and wrapped her legs tightly around him, squeezing him tightly, urging him forward. That was all it took for him to drive deeper into her crevice. Kira matched him in his frenzy. Higher and higher until the massive explosion wracked their bodies with such intense pleasure, taking them both to heights they never before had encountered and when bliss overtook their awareness, a brilliant light surrounded them. As the last drops of his seed filled Kira, Rowan was astonished by the brilliance that filled their room. He carefully eased off of Kira onto his side and drew her next to him. He kissed her brow with a tenderness that overwhelmed him. As she descended from her heavenly perch the light slowly dissipated into nothingness. Kira snuggled closer to Rowan, laying her hand against his rapidly beating heart. "Thank you," she whispered as she trailed kisses against his furred chest. "You are welcome, wife," he smiled down at her, pushing her hair away from her damp and heated brow. "If I live to be as ancient as the sea, I will never forget this night. We are truly as one now Rowan. Nothing shall ever come between us," she said drowsily, snuggling deeper against his chest. "Neither will I, my angel. Neither will I." Rowan felt her even breathing and knew she was asleep, contentedly resting within the folds of his arms. He reflected upon the light that he had seen and decided it was just another curiosity where his wife was concerned. She was 176

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indeed blessed with special powers that he could not begin to explain. He could understand now why Harper had coveted her. Her powers were strong, yet she seemed not to know they existed except for the healing in her hands. He was right to make her is wife. It was the only way he could protect her from his brother. Rowan kissed the top of her head. She would make him a fine wife, he thought, as he settled down and covered them up. Tomorrow he would define what had occurred. Tonight he would enjoy the bliss that surrounded them and hoped that it would always be so.

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Chapter Twenty Rowan roused from a heavy sleep at the sound of banging on his door. Kira stirred at his side but still slept. He eased from the bed, wrapped a blanket around his nakedness and stomped over, unbolted the door and threw it wide. "'Tis sorry I am tae bother you Rowan but I have news you should hear." Angus spit out in a rush as he stepped back from a scowling bridegroom. Rowan looked back at his sleeping bride then stepped across the threshold and shut the door behind them. "What is so important that it could not wait until daylight?" Rowan demanded as he ran his fingers through his sleep tousled hair, agitation at being disturbed apparent on his handsome face. "Harper and his men are gone." "What do you mean gone?" Rowan asked, alerted to the danger. "They just vanished into thin air, Rowan. I can not explain it. I have had a guard posted at their door since they retired. One of my men heard a muffled sound coming from their room so he opened the door to check it out. They were not there," Angus finished, irritation stroking his voice. "How long ago has it been since you discovered they were missing?" Rowan asked, his hand still firmly clasping the handle to his door. "Fifteen minutes at most. I had a man check with the watchtower guards. Gone! The whole lot of them!" 178

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"The ones beyond our gates are gone as well? Hmmm. This does not bode well." Rowan stated uneasily. "I'm afraid there is sorcery at work here. I do not believe my brother has that kind of power, so he must have had help. Keep a timely watch but there is naught more we can do at the moment." Rowan stated as he once again ran his hand through his sleep tousled hair. "Good riddance to my brother and his men, but I do not like the way they departed. That means they could possibly return the same way. I do not like it one bit." Rowan grimaced softly. "What would you have me do, Rowan? A warding spell should keep them at bay for a little while if you wish it," Angus suggested softly. "Aye, so be it. Do what you must to protect all who live in the keep. Let us hope it will be sufficient enough to keep them at bay." Rowan decided heavily. Angus nodded and left his lord standing in front of the room. This was not good. If Harper had help from some wizard then there may not be any defense Rowan could use to keep them all safe. The warding spell would only last for a short time. After that, they would be vulnerable again. Rowan re-entered his room, threw the blanket across the foot of the bed and snuggled back up against Kira. "What was that all about?" she asked softly, rubbing her face against her husband's cool chest. "I am sorry we woke you," Rowan stated as he held her close, nuzzling her ear. 179

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"Mmmmm, I do love the way you are trying to distract me, but is there not something you wish to tell me?" Kira remarked, relishing in the way he was bringing the warmth through her veins again. "I would much rather keep you distracted," Rowan growled low as he ran his hand over a hardening nipple. "So would I, but other things first." She smiled up at him. He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose, then sighed heavily and lay back against the pillows. "It seems as though our visitors have vanished in the night." Rowan hadn't wanted to worry her, but neither did he want to keep secrets. Secrets just festered until it destroyed trust. That was no way to start a life together. "What do you mean vanished? Where did they go?" Kira asked, suddenly alert, rising up onto her elbow to look down at Rowan. "Do not fash yourself, dearling. They are gone. I fear 'tis a bit of sorcery involved in their departure," Rowan said, trying to calm her down. At Rowan's urging, Kira lay back down and snuggled closer to Rowan. Sorcery was not good. That meant they could come and go as they pleased now that Rowan had let Harper into the keep. "As we speak, Angus is putting into effect a warding spell over the keep. It will not hold forever but it will protect us for a short while," Rowan told her, cradling her in his arms. A warding spell was good, but she would need a bit of magic of her own if she was to protect Rowan and his people. She smiled suddenly as Rowan nuzzled the top of her head 180

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and ran his large hand across her back. She sighed involuntarily when his other hand grazed the tip of her breast, sending shivers of delight throughout her body. "You know I must protect you at all cost." Kira breathed heavily as his teeth nipped at her tender nipple. "It is I who has a need to protect you, wife. I would be lost if anything should happen to you," he stated as he worked his way up her breast to the base of her throat. She shivered as he nibbled on her ear then kissed her soundly before she could reply. God, but he makes me forget my purpose so easily, she thought as he sucked the breath from her lungs. "Let us love again Kira." Rowan stated raggedly, his heart pounding in his ears. He couldn't wait to taste her again, to be inside her again. He was already so rock hard that he could hardly restrain himself from entering her right now. "Yes." Kira whispered as she let Rowan have his way with her. When again their lovemaking brought such a fire to their blood that once they crested, the spiral back to earth was a long, long white light of ecstasy. **** "Damn him to hell!" Harper spat out as he paced the length of his solar. "I do not like that form of transportation," Griffin expelled as he slumped into one of the chairs. His body was still tingling from the adventure. 181

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"Neither do I! Talyn! Talyn!" Harper roared as he still paced in angry steps. "No need to shout," Talyn stated as he appeared in front of Harper. "Why did you bring us back in this manner? How am I to explain this to my men? Not to mention that now Rowan knows about you!" Harper ranted as he stiffly sat down on the edge of his desk, angry agitation seeping deep within his bones. "You needn't worry about your men, my lord. I put a spell on them. They won't even remember having gone to Locks Glen let alone the means by which they returned." Talyn said as he leaned up against one of the long windows that graced the room. "Why? I was in there. I could have gotten more information." "Because I want Rowan to know that there is no place safe for him or his bride. Now he will know there is a greater power lurking just outside his reach." Talyn remarked, pushing himself away from the window. "Rowan is not stupid. He will try to prepare himself. He will know that sorcery is afoot and try to protect against it." Harper remarked. "My lord is right. Our element of surprise is gone. The healer will surely use her powers to protect him," Griffin put in, rubbing his right wrist where it still tingled. "I hope she tries. For every time she tries to use her powers she will grow stronger with it, but so will I," Talyn smirked as he crossed his arms over his chest. 182

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"We don't want her to grow stronger! We want her weak and helpless so that I may extract my vengeance upon her!" Harper hissed as he slammed his fist against his desk. "Once she is with child, her powers will increase automatically. I want her on her guard so that I may reap the benefit of those powers. Then when it is time for us to meet, she will be helpless to refuse me," Talyn walked back over and looked out the window, his hands clasped behind his back. Harper and Griffin looked cautiously at each other as they both stood and looked at Talyn. Harper wasn't sure he wanted to know any more, but his curiosity got the better of him. He jerked his head at Griffin so that he would leave them alone. Griffin didn't argue the point. He wanted no part of whatever they had planned. He had his own plans to implement. Once Griffin was out of earshot, Harper pressed Talyn for more. "Are you going to let me in on your little secret now?" Harper asked, coming to stand closer to Talyn. Talyn turned around and eyed Harper intently. Talyn wasn't sure he wanted to tell Harper the whole truth. It was never good to give one the whole of the matter. No, he wouldn't tell Harper anything for now. He would let things play out first and see what happened. "Perhaps we will discuss it at another time," Talyn said and then vanished into thin air, leaving a very disgruntled lord in his wake.

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Chapter Twenty-One Kira slowly woke as the warmth of the sun played upon her face. She moaned and turned but found a hard body lying close to her. She opened her eyes and gazed up at her husband who was watching her intently. He reached over and brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face, then dragged a finger softly down the side of her temple. "You are a most precious jewel that I never thought would grace my bed, Kira." Rowan stated softly, letting his finger run the length down her side. "Such poetic words so early in the morning," she replied, blushing all over. She shivered as a white heat started rising from her inner core, his fingers spread lower. "I just want you to know how precious you are to me and that I will cherish you always." Rowan said, kissing her gently on the lips, sending more hot waves of delight through her heating body. "You have given me your dragon's heart for safe keeping, Rowan. I will hold it close and protect it with my life if need be." Kira told him again. Wanting so much to tell him how much she really loved him, yet afraid it was too soon to divulge that information. No matter if he never loved her like she wanted, he did respect her and was fond of her and made love to her like there was no tomorrow. For that she was greatly satisfied and would ask no more if that was the way it was to be.

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"Never talk of dying my angel. The light from the dawn would darken for an eternity if you were not here to brighten its path. I would be but a shell of what you see before you." Kira put a finger against his lips to silence his lamenting. Harper's trickery from last night must have worn heavy upon his heart. She had never heard him say such words before. She rose up and put her arm around the back of his head and brought his soft warm lips to hers and kissed him with the sweet passion that was now building. Rowan drew her against his chest and held her tight as the kiss deepened. He had made love to this woman most of the night and yet he couldn't seem to get his fill of her as he pressed her back against the bed and spread her legs, teasing the little bud of her passion as it wept for him. "Take me Rowan! Take me now before I shatter into nothingness!" Kira breathed hard, trying to control the passion that was spiraling out of control. Rowan did as she asked, her need setting his need on fire. He felt the blood in his veins starting to boil as he lifted her legs and entered her soft sheath. The warmth of her set his shaft into flames as he drove in and out like a madman trying to divest himself of the demons that plagued him. Kira circled his waist with her limbs and held him tight. The raw sensations sent sparks of heat screaming through her veins like a roaring waterfall as it climbed higher over the barriers and then plunged down the long depths to the pool below, shattering her very existence as she spiraled over the edge of awareness. 185

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Rowan felt the moment that Kira crested and fell, for they did it together. Every muscle in his body tightened and quivered as he poured his seed into her accepting body, filling her with the hope of their future. Rowan fell to the side, a satisfied weakness covering his shaking body. He drew Kira to him, holding her next to his beating heart, as they tried to control their heavy breathing. It amazed Rowan how each time they made love the feeling of being one became overpowering. He could not put into words how exquisite their lovemaking had become. He turned toward Kira and kissed the top of her head as he held her closer. "At this rate, we will miss breaking our fast. How would that look for the Lord of the Keep to miss his morning meal?" Kira teased lightly as her breathing started to become normal again. "Never fear, my angel. We must eat to keep up our strength." Rowan nuzzled her ear playfully. "At this rate we will never leave this room," she sighed heavily, letting the sensations sweep over her in a languid motion. "You are right. I do not want to leave this bed. I find its contents quite pleasing," he laughed softly. "You are insatiable, my lord." Kira smiled sheepishly, running a small finger down the length of his broad chest. Her happiness shone in her smile and playful words. "Grrrrr," he growled as they played the mating tune all over again, only this time he vowed to take a very long time before consummating their bodies. 186

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**** Rowan kissed Kira goodbye as he left the keep with Angus and a few men to do some hunting. This had been a very joyous two weeks for the both of them. Keeping mainly to themselves, getting to know each other more intimately as well as mentally, having most meals in their room and Angus running Rowan's affairs for him. But now it was time to settle into a routine. After all she was the Lady of the Keep and there were duties she must attend to as well as Rowan. To her delight, the women of the keep were very friendly and helpful in their discussions with Kira. It would take her a little while to learn everyone's name and duties but they were willing to help her in any way that they could. It seems that they had waited a long time for a worthy mistress for their lord. Kira felt honored. After the duties had been set for cleaning the great hall, Kira took a stroll through the castle gardens. It was a beautiful warm day and she delighted in the various plants and flowers that were growing there. She made a mental note to plant more herbs come the fall and delighted in finding new herbs she had not seen before. As Kira knelt to pull more weeds she suddenly felt as though she were not alone. She raised her hand to her brow to shade the sun from her vision and looked about her, but found no one. She was utterly alone. Shaking her head she bent down to resume her duties and a fine prickle tripped along her spine. She glanced about warily and eased up from bended knees. Brushing the dirt from her hands and skirt, she 187

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turned to leave and ran into a man standing behind her. She assumed it was one of Rowan's men. He was standing to close behind her as she had turned to flee and caught her by the arms. She let out a startled cry of alarm and his grip tightened. "I am sorry to have startled you mistress," the man said as he held her fast. His grip was strong and unrelenting and that, in itself, alarmed her. "What do you want? Who are you?" she asked as she tried to step away from him. He was dressed all in black. He held a dark brooding look upon his ruggedly handsome face. She noticed he sported a small pointed beard and mustache, the like she had never seen before amongst Rowan's men. She silently cursed herself, remembering she had left her staff in their room that morning. She had let her guard down and was caught unaware. She felt uneasy in his presence and wanted to get away quickly, but he would not relinquish his hold on her. At least if she had her staff, she could have easily broken the hold he now held. "So you are the new mistress of the Dragon Lord. He has chosen well," the man stated, ignoring her question. "Please, sir, you are hurting me." Kira said as she tried again to get free. He held her arms strongly so that she could not raise her hands to defend herself. She did not like this circumstance one bit. "You are as lovely as I have heard. You will do very nicely," he replied as he let go of her. Kira stumbled backward a few steps startled by the sudden force of his release. 188

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"I don't think we have yet met sir. I am still learning the names of all who dwell here." Kira stepped even further away from him now that he had let her go. The distance between them made her feel more at ease although she was still wary of this stranger. His comment wasn't to her liking and she eased her body subtlety into a combat position. She knew her skirts would be an impediment if she had to do hand to hand combat with this fellow, so she readied herself for battle. "It doesn't matter who I am mistress. You will learn of me soon enough. Now go back to the safety of your hall. Do not wander far from its warmth alone," the man said as he watched her back toward the castle. Kira really did not want to do battle with this stranger and since he did release her, she would make good measure of it. The sooner she was away from the man the better she would like it. Turning, she quickly walked away from him. She knew if it came down to it and she had to defend herself from him, she would be able to hold her own even if he was much larger than she was. She suddenly turned back to ask another question and found that she was quite alone. The man was gone. A cold chill ran through her blood as she backed away from the spot where he had stood and all but turned and ran back to the great hall of Locks Glen.

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Chapter Twenty-Two Kira ran blindly around the corner of the keep and cried out in alarm as she ran smack dab into Rowan. He held her fast to steady her backward motion. The smile that had been on his face when he had first seen her faded fast as the whiteness of her complexion shattered his well being. "Kira, what is wrong? What has frightened you?" he asked, trying to calm his own racing heart. She gulped down much needed air as she tried to ease the thudding her heart was making. She shook her head and then just pointed toward the garden, unable to voice what she had just seen. "A man. There!" she breathed heavily. Without another word, Angus who had been standing behind Rowan went to check it out, while Rowan escorted his wife into the great hall. He motioned for a maid to get drinks as he took Kira to a table and sat down next to her. "Tell me what happened?" Rowan asked as he took two tankards of ale from the serving maid and handed one to Kira. She took the ale from him and drank greedily of its contents. What could she tell him? What did she know really? "Kira?" Rowan asked as he brushed her hair away from her face. She looked up at him with eyes wide. She reminded him of a fawn that had been startled and was ready to bolt. That did not set well with him but he waited for her to answer. "I was not prepared for this! I feel like such a fool!" she stated, trying to calm down her shivering body. 190

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"Kira, tell me what happened?" Rowan persisted. "I was in the garden weeding and enjoying the warmth of the day when suddenly I felt a presence. I looked about me but saw no one, so I bent down and continued to work until I felt the presence again. I did not like it Rowan. I was truly afraid so I got up to leave. When I turned around there was this man standing behind me and he grabbed me by the arms and held me fast," she sputtered out, trying to stay calm when all she wanted to do was crawl within the safe walls of his strong arms. A chill fell over her, some how the encounter with that man had left her feeling violated; she didn't like that feeling at all. How could this have happened? "Did he hurt you? Who was he?" Rowan asked with concern. No one that he knew would have dared touch his lady wife. His anger was barely concealed. "I don't know who he was. I had never seen him before. At first I thought he was one of your men but now I don't think so." "Did he hurt you, Kira?" Rowan asked again, his heart slamming against his chest at an alarming rate. "Although his grip was like iron on my arms, he did not hurt me." "Thank the Goddess for that!" Rowan sighed heavily as he took Kira within his arms to hold her close. "Tell me the rest of it, Kira. What made you flee as if you had seen a ghost?" he asked her, holding her close against his massive chest. "He said that I would do nicely and that I should not wander from the warmth of these walls for it was not safe. I 191

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had turned to leave him but decided to ask a few more questions before I went and when I turned around he was gone. Puff! Out of thin air, gone. That's when I ran back to the keep and ran into you." Rowan felt her heart thumping wildly against his chest. She had been afraid and rightly she should have. Who was that man that had accosted his wife? Surely it was not one of his men. He could not believe that any one of them would do such a thing, although he had suspected there was a traitor among them. "I searched the entire gardens, Rowan and found nothing. No footprints, nothing to indicate that there had been an intrusion." Angus said as he approached the high table. Rowan nodded his head. Trickery and sorcery had entered his walls again. How could he defend his home with such an enemy as this? He held Kira tighter. "It seems as though the warding spell has weakened for such an intrusion to have happened. What do we do now, Rowan?" Angus asked as he took a mug of ale from the serving maid and sat down across from his friend and his wife. "I am not sure how to fight against this new foe. Harper has to be behind this trickery, which means he has the aid of a sorcerer. Until I am sure what to do, we will be ever on our guard. Time will tell what he is up to. Until then, we must wait it out and prepare to the best of our abilities." Rowan replied with a heavy sigh. If only he had the powers of the Dragon Lords before him. Then he would know how to handle 192

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this new game his brother was playing. But alas, his powers seemed as illusive as this intruder. Kira put her hand on Rowan's chest and gazed up at him. "You do have the ability Rowan, if you would just believe in yourself," she whispered quietly so that Angus could not hear her. There! She did it again! Rowan thought as he looked down at her and smiled sadly. "Nay, I do not." He held her close and kissed the top of her head. Kira sighed softly. She was here to protect the Dragon Lord at all cost and at the first signs of trouble she was as skittish as a lamb before a wolf. What was wrong with her? This new intrusion into their sanctuary was a battle line drawn. She must now do what she was meant to do. "My apologies, my lord husband, for failing my first test, it will not happen again," Kira stated as she sat up and out of his arms. "Nay, you failed nothing. It is the work of Harper's wizard that intrudes upon our home. He will pay for that insolence," Rowan stated. Kira nodded but said nothing else. It was time she took matters into her own hands and protected her lord and his people from danger. In so doing, she must also help Rowan bring his powers to heel. The power of the Ancient Dragon Lords was lying dormant within him. She could feel it every time they touched, every time they made love, his powers could be felt. She could feel the presence of his ancestors as she walked through these halls. She has glimpsed the great seeds of Rowan's ancestor's 193

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within her visions. She must make him believe it or all may still be lost. "Angus, tighten the guard around the keep. Until we know what game Harper is playing, we must be on the defensive at all times." Rowan stated as he pulled Kira more tightly against him. He had come to care for this angel in his arms. He would protect her with his life. She did not ask to be placed in this situation. It was Rowan's doing and he must make sure that nothing happened to her. "Aye, Rowan. 'Twill be done." Angus agreed as he chucked down the last of his ale then left them alone. "Rowan, why do you think you do not have the sacred power of the Dragon Lords within you?" Kira asked as she left his arms to look at him. Rowan sighed heavily but did not answer. Instead he took a long pull on his tankard. The cool liquid glided smoothly through his pallet down his gullet into his empty stomach. When he had sucked the last drop from the tankard he set it back down on the table and looked toward Kira. She was still looking at him expectantly. She was waiting for an answer. An answer he could not give her. "Just leave it lie, Kira. Just leave it lie." He took her hand in his and then stood up. "Why don't you go and lay down for a wee bit and rest. You have had a frightful day." "I am not some milk sop maid to be coddled, Rowan." Kira replied a little too tartly. She was angry at him for denying his blood and angry at herself for being taken off her guard. 194

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"No, you are not some milk sop maid, dearling. You are my wife and I want you to go rest. We have all had a trying morning. You are still pale and I only wish you to feel better." He answered, kissing her on the forehead before releasing her. She nodded and Rowan walked away, back out the huge door and into the bailey. Why wouldn't he tell her? What was he hiding? She thought there were no secrets between them. Now she was not so sure. Kira took another drink of her ale then went to their room. It was still early afternoon but she felt as though all her strength had been stolen and she was left with nothing but rotting bones. She was not a weakling to succumb to these ministrations, but by the Goddess, she felt as though she could not stand any longer and in spite of her words earlier, she knew she must lay down before she fell. Once inside their room, she took off her boots and set them aside, then curled up on the bed. A cool spring breeze was wafting through the small windows of their room, bringing with it the fragrances from the garden below. She laid her head upon the pillow, thinking to only rest for a few moments. Her mind full of all that had transpired over the last few weeks, she closed her eyes against the onslaught and sleep took her away.

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Chapter Twenty-Three "What do you think, Rowan?" Angus asked as they walked the perimeter of the wall. "I don't really know what to think, Angus. Harper has been a thorn in my side for so many years. I wish to be rid of the animosity between us. But now that he has threatened my wife, it has become more than a game of wills." Rowan stopped and looked out over this land of his. It was a beautiful land full of life and lore. He was as much a part of this land as it was a part of him. He and his kind had protected it from the very beginning. But with the ages, the Dragon Lords had stopped believing. The magic was no longer theirs to summon upon command. That knowledge had died a long time ago and he felt empty inside knowing he could not protect what was his, the proper way. The way a Dragon Lord should. "How does one fight magic, Angus? How am I to protect all of this? My mind is so full of what ifs that I can not make sense of it any longer." Rowan turned and looked straight at Angus. "Kira believes that I have the gift of the Dragon Lords, Angus. How do I tell her it is just a myth, a legend that, over time, has forgotten its roots?" "You do posses the fire of the sword. Is that not part of your heritage? What about your keen sense of danger?" "Aye, I do posses the power of the fire sword. I can not explain that one, but many years on my own has taught me to heed my keen sense of danger, no more than that." 196

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"Perhaps you should listen to her. She seems to have special gifts of her own that can not be explained and I am not just talking about her healing hands. Maybe she sees something that you do not see. Oft times I have heard that women can see more than we can. You may have the gift of your ancestors and it is just sleeping until the time 'tis needed," Angus answered honestly. "Until 'tis needed? How many times have I needed it in the past and it has failed me? How many times must the ones that I love die while I wait for my powers to surface? Nay! I do not have any gifts to protect my family nor my holdings. I am not fit to be called a Dragon Lord, yet..." Rowan sighed heavily. How was a man supposed to protect what was near and dear to him? He shook his head sadly as he stood there in the waning light of the sun. "You love her then?" Angus queried as he stood alongside his lord; his friend. Rowan looked at Angus then out toward the horizon. Did he love Kira after all or was it just the need to be able to sire an heir that drove him to her every night since they had wed? He wasn't sure of the answer so he ignored Angus's look and his question. The day was over and naught that they had done brought any satisfaction to his heart. His brother had a magic user. For this he was certain. There could be no other explanation for what had occurred earlier in the garden. Measures must be taken to safe guard Kira from these intrusions. If that meant he must be by her side every moment of the day, then so be it. 197

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His heart had grown frantic like a wildling running through the woods, when he found out about the infraction in the garden. If Kira had not been alone, this may not have happened. Rowan stood on the battlements overlooking his valley. He stood with his hands locked behind him, his stance like a stone statue. His mind was working vigorously trying to figure out a solution to the problem. Angus stood nearby but said nothing. Many times they would come to the battlements and walk the perimeter of the stronghold together. No words had to be spoken between them. This was a time of sanctuary and a blending of spirits. They were not blood brothers as Harper was to Rowan, but their spirits said they were brothers of the heart. Each would give their life for the other without hesitation. Angus hoped it would never come to that, but if a choice had to be made, his life for Rowan's, he would give it gladly. Angus wished he could help Rowan find the heart he needed to become a true Dragon Lord. But this was Rowan's path alone. No one could do it for him. Angus felt that the answer lay with the wee bride of Rowan's choice. She must be the key to turn Rowan's lock. "There seems to be a multitude of movement in the woods this eve," Angus stated as he saw shadows moving along the deep edges of the forest. "Could be Stalkers lurking. Kira had said she'd seen a few moving into the forest the other night. Best add extra men along the perimeter. Some thing is afoot. I don't want to be caught unaware if they try to attack us." 198

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"Stalkers? But aren't they..." "Aye, they are," Rowan smirked at his friend. Angus whistled softly. It seemed to him that many things that should be only legend were appearing within their midst. There was definitely something afoot and he sure as hell didn't like it. "Angus, I would not ask this of you if I did not think it necessary. I know how you loath changing." Rowan stated as he stared out into the darkening shadows. "What do you ask of me my lord?" "Would you go hunting tonight and see what you could find out? One more magical beast in the night should go unnoticed by our enemies." "As you wish, my lord, it shall be done." "Thank you. You know I would not ask if there was any other way of finding out what is happening in our enemy's camps." Angus nodded. He knew Rowan would not ask such a thing if there was a way to get around it. It was not that he minded changing to wolf form; it was just that he still was not sure if he wanted to embrace that part of himself that he had yet to fully explore. As he turned to leave, a scream from the tower room above set their feet in motion. Rowan ran back into the castle through the battlements armory and up the winding steps to the tower room. There they found the door was locked. Another scream ripped through the solid wooden door chilling them to the bone. "Kira! Kira!" Rowan shouted as he tried to open the door. 199

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"Rowan, help me!" "Unlock the door, Kira!" Rowan yelled as he heaved roughly against the wooden structure. "I can not! Every time I move they keep me at bay! I can not use my hands against them. It is as though they are absorbing my power," she yelled back at him, shivers running through her spine as she hugged the wall for support. She didn't know how she had gotten in here. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep on their bed then dreaming of a dark stranger. When she woke, she was here in the tower room surrounded by orcanites! Ugly little creatures from the bowels of the earth that looked like gophers with fangs reaching three inches long and talons to match. She had never seen one before, but they were prominent in the history of her village. How she had gotten in here with these things she would never know. "Rowan, where are you going?" Angus yelled as Rowan ran back down the hall. "To the top of the tower. From there I can climb down into the tower window. It's the only way to get to Kira." "I'll come with you." "Nay! Stay there and keep trying the door. Whatever is in there with Kira will think we are both still trying to heave the door open. Or at least that is my hope." Angus nodded and resumed his attack on the door while Rowan made a mad dash up the tower steps. The rooftop was flat, thank the goddess, and there was still enough light from the setting sun to see what he was about. There was a ladder rope lying to the left of the stone pillar that marked an 200

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opening every four feet around the top of the tower. It was used to clean the tower walls whenever the birds decided to be in over abundance. Once Rowan retrieved the ladder, he hooked it to its posts and threw it over the side where the window was just below. He held his sword firmly in his hand and made his way down toward the opening. He could hear Kira yelling at whatever was in the room with her and he felt helpless until he finally reached the opening. What he saw made his blood curdle in his veins. There looked to be about six ugly little creatures, standing about three feet high on their back legs encircling Kira. She was trying to hold them at bay with the power of her hands, but they were absorbing the blows and were quickly getting closer, snapping and snarling at her feet. He quickly sheathed his sword and eased himself through the opening. Once inside he drew his sword back from its bed and prepared for battle. The noise he made while drawing his sword from its sheath, made the creatures turn toward him. Teeth barred they attacked without hesitancy. "Rowan!" Kira yelled as she caught a glimpse of him from the corner of her eye. "Open the door for Angus, Kira!" She quickly did his bidding. The heavy iron bar didn't come off so easily. But she managed and Angus ran into the room or what she assumed was Angus. When she opened the door, what she thought at first was a dog, turned out to be the largest wolf she had ever seen. 201

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She started to hit it with her heated hands, but Rowan caught her attention before it was too late. "Kira no, it is Angus." Startled she stayed her action and watched as they both dispatched the enemy as quickly as possible. They were all covered in blood once the battle had ended. "Blessed Goddess, what are these things?" Angus asked as he regained human form. Kira was in awe at Angus's ability. She had many questions but for now they would have to wait. The death stench of these creatures was overwhelming the room. "They are called orcanites." Kira answered as she rushed to Rowan's side. "You are hurt!" "Nay, it is just a scratch." "It is not just a scratch. They are poisonous creatures and if left to fester, can kill a man in just a few days. I must heal you now before it can settle into your body. But first we must leave this room. The odor of them will succumb us if we linger too long." Once they were out in the hall way, Kira drew Rowan to a bench that was nestled into one of the alcoves and took his hand. She had grown use to Angus's presence over the past few weeks and didn't even hesitate to lay her hands upon Rowan's arm as she set to healing him. Angus watched in fascination as her hands started glowing a pure white when she touched them to Rowan's arm. This was the first time he had ever seen her actually heal someone. He felt honored that she trusted him enough to show her true self to him. 202

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"The cycle of the Earth is being manipulated. I can feel it within my very bones." Rowan was saying as he let Kira do her magic. "Who or what do you think is doing this? Surely Harper is not strong enough for this," Angus replied, spreading his hands toward the room where the dead creatures laid. "Nay, it is not Harper that can conjure such as this. I am thinking it is more his magic user." Rowan stated with gritted teeth. "A wizard?" Kira stuttered as she let go of Rowan's arm and crumbled to the ground. "Kira, are you alright?" Both Rowan and Angus knelt beside her. She nodded as she took a healing breath of air. After everything that had happened today, she felt quite weak and unsteady. Rowan picked her up in his arms and left the tower behind them. He headed straight for their room, his long strides making short work of the distance. He carefully laid her on the bed then bade Angus to get her some cool water from the well. Angus did his bidding and shut the door in his wake. "You are over taxed, my sweet little angel. You need rest before you are too weak to fight what is surrounding us." "What is surrounding us, Rowan? First it was your brother's hasty departure in the middle of the night, then that stranger in the garden today and now those nasty little orcanites sent to kill me. What is happening?" She asked weakly. 203

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"I'm not sure. There has been a migrating movement in the forest of late. Something is about to come to a head and I just wish I knew what it was. I have done such a poor job of protecting you, my love. Perhaps it was not a good idea for you to come here," Rowan sighed heavily. His heart was hurting. He could have lost her this night. The thought terrified him. "Nay, you are wrong, my husband! I would be dead now if it were not for you. My powers were nothing against the evil that emanated from those creatures." She raised her hand to his cheek and he put a kiss to her palm. "You mentioned a magic user. There are many who wield great magic. Could Harper not be one of them? He has shone great power in the past. Could he not have sent those creatures as well as his wizard?" she asked, lying back against the soft pillows. Rowan pulled a fur robe over her to keep away any chills. He really had grown quite fond of her and did not want to lose her. His lineage depended on her being safe from harm, he kept reassuring himself. But was that really the only reason he wanted to keep her safe? "Harper wants me dead. I doubt that he cares what happens to you." He smoothed a wisp of hair from her face just as his second in command re-entered their room. He then took the tankard of well water from Angus's hand. "Maybe ... maybe not. There was a time when I refused Harper. He could still want me, even if it is just to get back at you. We can not let him come between us. We are as one, Rowan, from the moment we were united as husband and 204

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wife. There is a bond there that neither Harper nor his magic user can break. If we stay strong with each other in our hearts, they can not, in any way, defeat us." "She is right Rowan. I think in order to defeat this wizard of Harper's you must fight fire with fire." Rowan knew exactly what Angus was talking about. It was time to try and find out if he was a true Dragon Lord. But how, he still wasn't sure of. Only time would tell and he was sure they were running out of that quickly.

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Chapter Twenty-Four The next few days were gone through without incident, except for the fact that she didn't have one bodyguard but two. Rowan would not let her out of his sight for any reason and when he did, it was Angus that took his place near the door. She couldn't say as she blamed him. She felt the same way. The ordeal with the orcanites had drained her energy enough that she had been too weak to leave the bed for any length of time. The poison that she healed from Rowan's body had drained into her, leaving her breathless and weak as a babe. This morning Rowan had been called out to the fields. The overseer needed to see him about one of the plantings. That left Angus to guard her, which gave an opportunity for her to find out more about his gift of transformation. That is if he didn't mind talking about it. "Now that we are alone, Angus, I have a few questions to ask you." She went right to the point. There was no need in drawing it out. "And what questions would that be, Mistress?" he asked, as he pulled up a chair beside the bed so she would not have to strain herself while he sat next to the door. "Well, I have many questions, that is if you don't mind me asking." She remarked, fluffing her pillows behind her so she was more comfortable. She hated staying in bed this long, but her knees were still too weak to support her.

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"You may ask as many as you would like, but that does not mean I will answer them." He smiled at her as he too settled next to the bed. "That is a fair enough answer." She cleared her throat then tested the water slowly. "How long have you been with Rowan?" "Ah, now that I can answer with pleasure. We have been each other's right hand since as far back as I can remember. Rowan and I use to be playmates when we were children. When my ma died, Rowan's da took me in to keep his only son company and I have been here ever since. Rowan's da made sure I got an education right along with Rowan and I will forever be in their debt for allowing me such privileges." "I see. You seem well at ease with each other." She stated softly. "We are I suppose, but do not get this wrong. Although I was brought into this house and raised as he was raised, does not mean we are equals. He is my liege lord as well as my best friend. He is the last Dragon Lord of Kells and I ... I am nothing close to that," Angus stated as he leaned back into his chair. "I understand. It is the same with me. Though he is my husband, he is my liege lord as well and we must all adhere to his wishes, though I do wish it were otherwise." Kira stated and smiled. "Ah, but there you are wrong, my lady, you are his equal, in all things for he has made it so." "Perhaps, but we are getting off the subject I wish to discuss with you." 207

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was more to Angus than met the eye and she hoped soon he would find some happiness to sustain his lonely existence. **** "Rowan it has been nearly a two weeks since the intruder entered the garden. You can not be my shadow forever." Kira was saying as she packed a basket with fresh fruit and some blankets. "I will not have you going into that forest alone! It is not safe." Rowan was adamant about this. He would be by her side constantly if that is what it would take to keep her safe. Besides, these past weeks had been very invigorating for him. Having Kira by his side at all times made for a very unique relationship. Once she had regained her strength, every chance he got he would pull her to the side and ravish those sweet lips of hers. Of course, he just couldn't stop there and many times he could be seen carrying her up the stairs to their room where they would spend the next few hours in blissful lovemaking. Aye, he rather liked being joined at the hip with her, he thought with a smile. "I must go. It is near summer solstice and there is much that needs to be done for the ceremony. Besides, I will not be alone. Jarin will soon be here to escort me to the village," Kira replied, bringing Rowan out of his musings. "I do not understand how he will be here. When did you send for him? I have been at your side every second of the day and I saw no missive being sent." Rowan huffed as he grabbed an apple from her basket and took a bite out of it. 209

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"You will see. He approaches as we speak," she smiled up at him as he suddenly stood from the sitting position he had been in on the side of the table. "Besides Rowan, you know my clan does not like outsiders roaming around in their village. I promise I will be alright and I will be back by nightfall." "But I am the Dragon Lord and your husband! I should be allowed..." Before Rowan could finish his answer, Angus burst into the great hall with Jarin at his side. "Soon I will know how you do it." Rowan spoke for Kira's ears only as Jarin stepped forward and bowed. Kira just smiled sweetly at her husband then handed Angus the basket. "I promise she will be back by nightfall, milord." Jarin spoke to Rowan. Rowan nodded slightly and turned toward his wife. Before Kira could utter a word, Rowan pulled her against his massive chest and kissed her so passionately that she would have melted into nothingness had he not been holding her so tightly. Memories of these past few weeks of lovemaking flashed languidly into her mind. Her toes curled and her stomach did flip-flops as he deepened the kiss. When he finally, reluctantly, pulled his lips from hers, she could barely stand upright on her wobbly knees. "Return to me safely, Kira." "I plan on it, my lord," she whispered breathlessly. He let her go, although all he really wanted to do is pick her up and take her back to their room and spend the rest of 210

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the day in bed with her. But he knew that was out of the question. Her steps were languid and unsteady as she walked toward the great oak door that led out into the bailey. Before leaving she turned to face Rowan. Slowly she smiled at him. "Be safe, Rowan. May the goddess protect you in my absence." Before Rowan could answer, she was out the door and down the steps. Rowan smiled and shook his head. She was such a tiny thing, yet she still tried to protect him. He took a deep breath to steady his own racing heart. Once he had captured Kira's lips he hadn't wanted to let her go. The thought of taking her back to their bed had nearly driven him over the edge. He vowed he would do that very thing upon her return. Rowan watched from the battlements as Jarin, with ten archers, escorted Kira away from the keep. She sat upon the white palfrey he had given her a few weeks ago. He very much enjoyed their morning rides together as they rode the perimeter of his land. He watched with a keen eye as she sat straight and disciplined as he had taught her. She only turned once to wave at him, but that had been enough to set his heart racing with her anticipated return. He didn't like her being gone, but he knew she was right. They both needed some space and he needed answers and where better to get them than from the old druid at the chapel. Now that the old man was back from his village rounds, Rowan could have a little chat with him. 211

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He had thought about it all week. The catacombs were numerous below the chapel and held a wealth of knowledge. At least that was what he was hoping for. He had searched his father's old records but there was nothing specific in them about the catacombs. He had only been down there once when he had been very small. His father had shown him the many passageways that all the Dragon Lords before them had known about. It was said that they held many secrets. But he had only thought that was part of the legend. Now he was hoping it was really true and there was only one person who would know for sure. The druid.

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Chapter Twenty-Five "Alright," Jarin said softly as they entered the edge of the forest. "We are far enough away from the keep for you to tell me what is going on. Why was it so urgent that you come to the village? You know we are in readiness for the summer solstice." "I know. That is the reason that I gave to Rowan so that he would allow me to leave," Kira answered as they picked their way through the briars toward the village. "Well?" "We are being attacked by a magic user and I must speak with the Grand Dame, Meeka. I must protect Rowan at all cost. I fear that his brother, Harper, is in league with this magic user and I do not know how to protect him." "She will not see you, Kira. You know it is forbidden for you to go to her." Jarin stated stiffly. It had always been so. Since Kira was not of true blood, she was not allowed to communicate with the Grand Dame. At least that is what they had all been told. Of late, Jarin could not understand that reasoning at all and had started to ask questions; questions that no one would answer. "Yes, I know, but I must try," she exhaled softly. "I love him, Jarin." Jarin looked askance at Kira who refused to look at him. He studied her profile. The stubborn jut of her small chin, angled just so when she was in a determined mood. His heart still ached for the loss of her, but he was glad that her heart had finally found a home. 213

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"What of your Dragon lord? Does he feel the same?" Jarin asked, once again facing forward as they closed the gap to the village. For the longest time she did not answer him. They had been riding for a few hours now and the village was coming into sight. The rest of the archers picked up speed and left them alone. Jarin reigned in his steed and grabbed Kira's reins to halt her forward motion. Finally she looked at him. She searched his handsome face and saw the pain he was trying to hide. He still cared for her, this she knew, although his new life was filled with his new bride. She must put his mind at ease once and for all. "I do not know how my lord feels, Jarin, for it has never been spoken between us. I do know he cares for me deeply for I am his chosen mate and he will protect me with the best of his ability. For now, that is enough. He has made me see that we belong together and for that I am most grateful." She reached out and laid her hand on top of Jarin's and squeezed gently. The action was foreign to him and he stiffened slightly. She had always shied away from touching anyone. This was a major step for her and his heart grew light. For this small thing he must remember to thank the Dragon Lord, for surely it was he that brought Kira from her shell. "I love him, Jarin, with every ounce of my being. I would die to save him if that is what I must do. He is the life blood of our people, our lord protector. If he dies, then all that we know will die with him and a new season of darkness will dwell upon us. That must never happen." 214

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Jarin took a deep breath then lifted her hand to his lips. Their paths had taken them into separate realms but their friendship would hold true. "I will go with you to the Grand Dame's," he spoke as he dropped her hand from his grasp. "Nay, I will go alone. Her wrath against me should not fall upon you or your house. It is my destiny that I seek knowledge in. Perhaps she will be more kind if I were alone," Kira stated as she stepped to the ground. "Or be unkind," Jarin said as he took their horses away. Kira didn't have time to remark on his statement as the children from the village spied her and rushed to her side. The quest she was on would have to wait a little longer as the children begged for her to tell them a story. She agreed and found a rock to settle upon. The story had begun. **** Rowan paced back and forth in an agitated manner. He was not getting the answers that he so desperately needed. Why was the priest being so stubborn? "Why won't you tell me what I want to know?" Rowan asked once more. The priest stood in front of the great heavy doors that led down to the catacombs. They were huge solid oak monstrosities that were banded in thick iron just to hold up their four inch thick slabs that stood well over seven feet high. The rough iron grate that clasp around the lock looked very ancient, but not rusted. The druid had cared for them all of his life as had the chosen ones before him. 215

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"I have told you all that I can, my lord. The rest you must seek for yourself." Tyrial, the druid priest, stood ridged in front of the massive doors. "But you have told me jibberish! Just open the doors and I will see for myself!" Rowan all but roared, his temper becoming volatile. "You know I can not, my lord. Only a Dragon lord may open these doors. I only care for them so that the ages do not mar their beauty and seal them forever," Tyrial reminded Rowan. "So you have said, yet I can not budge them." Rowan gritted between his teeth as he paced back and forth in front of the doors. "Perhaps you must seek the knowledge from your heart instead of your mind, Rowan," Angus stated as he stood there and studied the ancient gateway. "What do you mean, Angus?" Rowan stood there with hands on his hips in a defiant mood. He had been bickering with Tyrial for over an hour and that wicked druid would only talk in riddles. His patience was wearing very thin indeed. "Look here." Angus pointed to some symbols on the old door. "Can you read these, Rowan?" Rowan stepped closer to observe the symbols Angus had uncovered. They looked oddly familiar although he could not remember seeing them before. "Nay, they seem lost to me." "Not lost, my lord, if you look within yourself." Tyrial spoke softly. 216

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Rowan gave him a sidelong glance of frustration and then set back to study the symbols. The ancient markings covered each side of the doors then cut across the middle where the Dragon Lord symbol set across both sides as if to hold the doors closed like an iron band, yet there was nothing keeping them in place but thin air. Feeling abashed and at a loss he turned to the priest once more. "Tyrial, I must have answers to my questions. My wife's life depends on it. Perhaps the lives of all our people." "I am sorry, my lord. I can not do what is your destiny to accomplish. The seeds have been sown, now you must till them and remember what has been forgotten." "I am sick unto death with these blasted riddles!" Rowan enlightened the priest with his anger then stormed out of the catacombs. Angus shook his head and started after him, but Tyrial held him fast. "You must help him to remember, Angus." "How can I do that when I know nothing of these things?" Angus stated with concern. He wanted to help his friend, but really what could he do? "When the time comes, you will know what to do. Have faith, Angus. If Rowan does not remember the ancient words, then all will be lost forever." Tyrial let go of Angus's arm and stepped away. By the Goddess, what was he to do if Rowan did not take his rightful place as Dragon Lord? What would they all do? Angus watched Tyrial retreat into the shadows of the catacombs. He looked back at the massive door once more 217

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and then he too left the ancients behind. His thoughts were heavy as he looked for Rowan. He should have known he would find him once more upon the battlements looking out across his land. That was his favorite place to go to think when his shoulders were laden with worries. He knew time was running out. If they didn't act soon, Harper could very easily gain power over all. No matter what, that must never happen.

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Chapter Twenty-Six The children had kept Kira overly long. It was now past the midday meal before she was on her way to the Grand Dame's hut that lay deep in the forest. It was a beautiful walk. The forest was filled to brimming with the scents of an early summer. Kira walked past the tide pools near the river where her and Jarin use to play as children. The spot where she had seen her mother for the last time drew near and she slowed her pace in recollection. She could not have been more than three or four on that summer's day. She vaguely remembered her mother's gentle laughter at the pool. The way her hair flowed softly down her back as she squatted in front of Kira, brushing her own hair away from her muddy little face. Kira remembered that she had been trying to keep up with Jarin and had slipped and fallen in the mud for her efforts. A tear escaped the corner of her eye as a soft smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She could almost feel her mother's soft touch upon her face. That time, so long ago now, was just a distant memory. Now is not the time to be in the past, she chided her self. I must be strong if I am to protect Rowan. I must focus on now and prepare myself for the confrontation. As Kira drew near the hut the sounds of mewing came tinkling through the air. The closer she got, the louder the sound. When she broke through the thicket of underbrush, she stopped dead in her tracks. There in the clearing beneath a very large and old oak tree was the Grand Dame's hut. 219

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Moving all around, inside and out were a multitude of cats, the sound of their mews nearly deafening in the quiet of the woods. She fleetingly wondered if Meeka was at home but then she saw an ethereal puff of smoke filtering from the chimney and instinctively knew that she was there. Kira took a deep breath, steadied her shaking legs and tried to calm her quaking stomach. She had been forbidden to see or come near the Grand Dame ever since her mother had died. She was now breaking a sacred law that, as far as she knew, no one had ever broken before. What would be the consequences of breaking such a law? She wondered as she gingerly side stepped the cats, stopping to pet one every now and then. She stopped just this side of the open door and peered into the shadows of the room. "Why have you crossed my threshold?" came an angry voice, deep within the shadows. Kira nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of the old woman's voice. Her first impulse was to run away as fast as she could and never look back. But her love for Rowan steadied that impulse as she took a step inside the dwelling. "I have come for your council Grand Dame." Kira answered in a voice she hoped sounded strong and vibrant. Her whole insides were shaking like a storm blowing through a willow tree. "I have no need to council you! Now be gone!" Meeka thundered from her corner near the fire. Kira bowed her head and would have turned and left if not for the next words from the old woman's mouth. 220

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"So your love for him is so small you would run tail at the first sign of failure! As I thought, weak and spineless like your father!" Kira turned back with a jerk. Her anger flowing from the tips of her fingers to the sparks in her eyes. "How dare you speak of untruths? If I did not love him I would not have ventured here to incur your wrath, and you know nothing of my father!" Kira ventured further into the room with each word she spoke. Unaware that she now was fully ensconced within Meeka's hut. "I dare much in my own home! It is you who sought me, not the other way around. As for your father, I know more than you think, but he is not the issue here." "No, he is not." Kira reigned in her temper, ashamed of herself for letting it get the best of her. She stood in front of the old woman wondering what she should do next. Meeka just sat there in her rocking chair staring scornfully at her. Kira knew that it was too late to turn back and forget this day had started. She needed help and she needed answers. Meeka was the only one she could turn to for both. "I repeat. I am here to seek your council. There is danger for the Dragon Lord." "I thought you were sent to protect him. Are your powers not strong enough to do that simple deed?" "I can only do so much. There is—" "I can only do so much ... " Meeka mimicked Kira. "I did not come here for you to treat me like a—" 221

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"Then leave! I am not stopping you!" Meeka bellowed with reverence. Kira had no time for this bickering. She had to get the answers she was seeking and quickly. Even now she could feel the evilness growing stronger. "Meeka, please..." Kira bent down in front of the old woman and gently laid her hands upon hers, a gesture she would never have done before meeting Rowan. "I need your help if I am to protect all that we cherish. I do not know how to fight a magic user." "What magic user? I have seen no magic user!" Meeka quipped as she removed her hands from Kira's in a hostile manner. "Rowan and I believe that his half-brother, Harper, has enlisted the aid of a magic user to be rid of Rowan once and for all. But so far he has just teased us and done no real harm. Except for the orcanites that were sent to rip me to shreds..." "Orcanites!" Meeka stated alertly. "I saw no orcanites." She mumbled beneath her breath. "What do you mean you saw no orcanites?" Kira asked with sudden awareness. Something just didn't fit right. "Never mind, what else has been happening?" Kira wasn't sure if she should continue, but she did any way. What could it hurt to say what she came to say, now that she had the old woman's attention. "Rowan feels that the cycle of the earth is being manipulated. We each have been hounded in some form or another by this magic user. The cave dwellers and the rest of 222

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their clans have been migrating. Some are even under The Glendaugh's banner. We have seen Stalkers on many a night of late and that bodes ill." Kira answered, feeling a bit more under control. "Orcs, dwarves and their ken can be bought for a pretty bauble. I too have seen the movement of Stalkers. Those damnable flesh eaters have risen with each stroke of the moon, but they too can be dealt with readily. But orcanites, they have not been used for centuries as a deterrent. Who could this magic user be?" Meeka mumbled more to herself than to Kira, as she stepped over to a huge old book that lay upon the table. Kira stood there silently as Meeka thumbed through her book. She was curious to know what was in the book for it looked very old and fragile, but stood where she was instead of letting her curiosity get the best of her. At least she had gotten Meeka's interest peeked and the old woman was talking to her instead of throwing her out. Kira looked around the hut now that she was free to do so. It was small but cozy looking. The hut itself was made of stone and daub with a thatched roof and shuttered windows. The earthen floor was clean and hard packed. The walls were lined with many shelves that held numerous earthen jars. There was a table and two chairs in the center and a small straw bed at the opposite end of the room. Near the hearth was a rocking chair and low stool for the feet. There were many cats lounging every where you looked but they were quiet now. It was almost as if they knew Meeka 223

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was on a mission. Kira smiled to herself. At least the old woman wasn't lonely living here in the woods by herself. "Why would I be lonely?" Meeka spoke out gruffly as she thumbed through her pages. Kira was embarrassed and turned a pretty shade of pink. "I did not mean to imply—" "Yes you did. Never apologize for your thoughts or feelings. Not everyone can hear them as I can. Now, here is what I was looking for." Meeka motioned Kira to come to the table. She obediently did so. "Orcanites were first summoned by the Lord of Asher who learned the art of conjuring from an unknown source. Orcanites are hideous creatures from the bowels of the earth. It is said that they look like gophers with fangs reaching three inches long and talons to match." "That is true. They also have an awful stench that overwhelms you. It must be some kind of lure for their prey." Kira told Meeka. "Hmmmm, that is very interesting. I will add that bit of information to my book." she answered as she dipped her quill into the ink well and proceeded to do some writing. "Meeka, why do you hate me so?" Meeka stopped her writing for a second and stiffened. She said nothing as she continued to write down the entry into her book. When she was done, she sprinkled some salt on the ink to help it dry and then turned to look at Kira. Meeka actually felt physical pain as she looked at her only daughter's child. 224

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"If not for the love of your father, your mother, my daughter, would be alive today." Kira gasped with shock. What was this? Meeka was her grandmother? Kira's knees turned weak and she slumped down into the closest chair. Why hadn't anyone told her? "Your mother loved your father so much that she died for him. She was a fool! He was a human! He left her right after you're second birthday and never returned. She feared he was dead for she would not believe he would leave you both without a word. I tried to tell her he was no good. He was a spineless lump of flesh that deserted my daughter when she needed him the most. Then one day, just past your fourth birthday she died." Meeka's voice cracked as she walked to her chair by the fire and heavily sat down. "How did she die? No one ever told me." Kira asked softly, her own voice trembling with emotion. "Orcanites! They came from out of now where! Before any of us could reach her, she was gone. My beautiful Kailyn was gone." Kira sat there quietly. Tears formed in her eyes at the thought of her mother having to endure those creatures. If not for Rowan, her fate would have been the same for no amount of her powers had halted their onslaught. "Kailyn, had been sent a message that your father was coming home and had left to meet him. So happy was she. It had been two years to the day that he had left her. I tried to stop her but she just would not listen. There had been rumors that a stranger was walking our woods and of the dangers 225

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that could occur. But she knew your father would not be able to enter the forest without her by his side. He was a wizard in his own right but he did not have the magic needed to enter the glade where we dwell. We could hear her screams from the village. By the time we arrived it was too late." Kira could feel Meeka's pain as if it were her own. She silently stood up and walked over to where the old woman sat and laid a hand upon her shoulder. "I am sorry for your loss, Meeka." "Do not pity me, girl! I have scorned you! Why do you feel for me?" Meeka asked, shaking off Kira's hand. "I suppose you hate me for I carry my father's blood. I can not change that fact. It makes my heart happy to know that you are my blood when I thought I had no blood left." Kira turned to leave. Her heart was an open wound, feeding her ache for her mother's death and reliving the tragedy that had happened so long ago. "I hate you because you are the image of your mother and the heart of your father. I hate you because ... because I could not hate myself." Meeka spoke softly as she looked at the flames dancing in her fire pit. Kira stop short of the door and waited. She didn't have long to wait. "It was my fault that I lost my daughter and could not blame myself for the deeds that I had done." Kira turned back around and stared at Meeka, waiting for her to continue. Her whole insides had frozen as if a great blizzard had descended upon her. 226

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"Your father left the forest at my request. I felt that if he were out of the picture, Kailyn would come to her senses, marry someone from the village and take over my position as Grand Dame. I have had many years to think about your father's last words to me." "What did he say?" "He told me, that I may be rid of his body, but his heart and soul would forever remain with his family. He agreed to leave for one year. When that year was up he would return for his family and no amount of hissing or magic from me would prevent him from taking his family away so that they could live in peace, away from me. Of course, I knew he would never return because he was human. To me they were spineless, worthless people that could not be trusted. Or at least that is what I thought back then. I still hold no great love for them. He only agreed to leave if he could be able to see you both from time to time, so I gave him the Water Ball of Viewing. From his tower at his keep he could conjure the viewing of you both and in that way he would never lose sight of you. I hated giving it to him, but it was the only way he would leave without me actually killing him myself." Meeka then turned and looked at Kira standing by the door. "Your father never returned because while he was at his home, he caught a fever and died, not six months after he left. So when your mother received the message that he was coming home, I knew it was a lie, but I could not say why or all would be lost. But I lost all anyway." Kira could hardly contain her anger and her tears. Her heartache had been renewed by this selfish little woman. 227

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Kira's life had been so hard living in the village without blood to protect her. Having to depend on the generosity of Master Balder for her livelihood or she would have died. Anger and hurt welled up inside of Kira until she thought she would burst with it. "How could you have abandoned me? I am your blood! You left me for the wolves. If not for Master Balder I would have died!" Kira's voice trembled with emotion as she paced back and forth in the small hut. "That was the point! I did not want you near me. There is no excuse for my behavior. I was grief stricken with the loss of my daughter. You have tainted blood and I had no qualms of letting you go." "Then so be it! You will never see my face again for I have no need of you either!" Kira said heatedly as she stormed out of the hut. "Kira, wait!" "Why? Have you not made me bleed long enough? Or is it my death that you seek also?" Meeka picked up her ancient book from the table and took it to Kira who was standing just outside the doorway. She handed it to her and then stepped back. "What you seek is in there somewhere. It was your mother's. I believe the magic user that shadows you is the same one that killed Kailyn. If this is true, your Dragon Lord is in grave danger and you must protect him at all cost." "Do not worry about that, Grand Dame. I will protect Rowan with my life. Master Balder taught me well." Kira 228

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answered as she ran a hand gingerly over the ancient tome, a tome that had belonged to her mother. "You must also protect the heir of the Dragon Lord, for without an heir there will be no more masters of the dragons." Kira jerked her head up and stared at the old woman. Then it was true, she thought. I do carry Rowan's child! Meeka turned and walked back into her hut. Kira could see her sitting before the fire; her old shoulders slumped as if she were wracked by tears. She wanted to suddenly comfort her but the hurt she felt would not let her do it. The old woman had wasted too many years of hate when she could have had Kira by her side. She walked a fast pace back toward the village. It had been a very heart felt day and her energy had been drained. She must find Jarin and start their journey back. It was getting late and she must return to Rowan before nightfall. She had much to consider.

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Chapter Twenty-Seven "So 'tis set in motion." Talyn mused as he watched the scene before him. He walked away from the cauldron that he used for scrying and looked out the long window from the tower room he used for his magic. The sky was darkening as daylight gave way to the evening shadows. Movement in the distance caught his eye and a shiver coursed through his veins. Stalkers were on the move again tonight. He could feel it in his bones. Harper was playing a deadly game if he thought he could control those creatures. "What do we do now, milord?" A voice from the opposite end of the room sounded. "We will wait and see how things progress. I may yet achieve all that I want. Has my daughter arrived home yet, Fergus?" Talyn asked as he walked back toward the cauldron. "Nay, milord, but she should be arriving soon." Fergus answered as he too stepped from the shadows. Talyn watched Fergus closely as the large man came toward him. Fergus had not been a ready recruit when Talyn had first found him, lying near death in a battle field. But he had finally come around to Talyn's point of view after seeing what a great sorcerer could do. He was quite sure Fergus feared his power and that was the only reason he stayed in service to him, that and he was smitten with Talyn's daughter, Aeryn. Yes, he could control Fergus as long as he kept the upper hand, Talyn thought with amusement, but if he ever lost the hold he had over Fergus, there would be literal hell to pay. 230

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"Go down and await my daughter's arrival. There are forces about that would take her from me and I wish for you to protect her at all costs," Talyn was saying as he looked away from the man. "Aye, milord." Fergus answered, then turned and left. The man was quite hideous to look upon, being an ogre mix. Talyn knew he should have let the man perish but figured he would be useful in the future and he had been right. Aeryn had never been afraid of Fergus so it made good sense that he should be her protector. There had been times in his daughter's young life that he had to leave her to her own devices and with Fergus as her guard, at least he knew she had been safe. Talyn had no worries that there was a liaison between them. Fergus may be half human but Aeryn just felt pity for the poor creature. He was at least sure of that much. She would never have given herself to such an unholy union. No, he had no worries where Aeryn was concerned. He was sure that Fergus would protect her with his life if need be. Talyn walked back over to the window and looked out upon the river that ran through his land or what would soon be his land. Harper had promised him a lot if he fulfilled his end of the bargain. No longer would he have to work for measly hand outs from other warlords. Nor would he have to bow down to any man ever again. Once the power that was hidden within Kira was absorbed, there would be no stopping his greatness. Others would bow down to him or incur his wrath. That day had been along time in coming. He would soon have his revenge with a hefty reward. Meeka and her powers 231

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would soon be his for the taking and then his brother's death would be avenged. He glanced over to the object that sat on a table near the other window that graced this small but efficient room. It was covered with a black cloth to keep its powers subdued. He stared at it for the longest time before going over and uncovering the Water ball of Viewing that had stolen his brother's life. Talyn had made sure that Meeka had paid dearly for her evilness. When Talyn's brother, who was married to Meeka's daughter, Kailyn, brought the Water Ball of Viewing home, he hadn't know then that it would drain his life force from his body every time he used it. Of course Meeka didn't tell him that because she had wanted to be rid of him. By the time Talyn had returned home, it was too late to save his brother. The Water Ball had all but sucked him dry, leaving in its wake a broken man riddled with fever and delusions. He could feel the power of the Water Ball as he stared within its depths. He had thought it would satisfy him to have avenged his brother's death by killing Kailyn, but it hadn't. It had only managed to make the hatred grow stronger within him. Even now he could feel it swelling within his chest. Quickly he recovered the ball and stepped away from its overpowering grasp. Even though he was already a powerful sorcerer, he still could not control the power of the ball. It had taken him years to find a way to possess the power of the water ball fully. Once he knew its secret, he had put his plan into motion. 232

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He needed the essence of two powerful elfin sorceresses. He had recited and honed his skills to perfection in order to perform the ritual that would help him absorb their very souls. Once he had Kira's and Meeka's powers within his grasp, he would be able to control the power of the Water Ball and finally tap into its very depths. Then there would be no stopping him. A noise from the bailey below caught his attention and he looked out the window. His daughter had finally arrived. It was time to welcome her home. **** "Father! Oh I have missed you so much!" Aeryn squealed as she ran and put her arms around her father's neck. He reciprocated with a hug of his own. "You are long over due. What has kept you away?" Talyn asked as he took his daughter's hand and led her to the high table where the evening meal was being served. "You know how the High King never wants me to leave. He thinks me his own personal witch." Aeryn remarked as she seated herself beside her father. "You are not a witch, Aeryn! I will not have you speak of yourself in that tone!" Talyn reprimanded her sternly. "I am sorry father, but my gift for healing is unique and the High King himself says no one may touch him but me. I wish there was someone else who could become his healer. I tire of his ravings and groping hands," she stated, filling her trencher with meat, boiled potatoes and cheese. 233

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Talyn sliced her off a piece of bread and handed her a tankard of wine for her thirst. She smiled sweetly at him and his anger subsided somewhat. "Soon perhaps you will not have to put up with him." "Why is that? He is the High King. He is the law and we must obey him. Though I do wish he was not." "It is said that his ancestor was the first high king, Brian Boru." "Humph, I doubt it. There have been many since that High Kings' deaths who say they are the blood royals to the throne. They are all pigs if you ask me. Must I go back when he calls for me? It is getting harder and harder for me to fend off his persistence. I am afraid that I will lose that battle, father." Aeryn replied with a heavy sigh. "We shall see. If everything goes according to my plans you may not have to go back." Talyn answered as he sat back in his chair with a thoughtful look on his face. "Will you not tell me of your plans father?" "Nay, you will know soon enough." "But..." "The subject is closed." "Yes, father." she sighed heavily. "Was your trip home uneventful then?" Talyn asked as he took a bite of his food, changing the subject altogether. "No. We saw many Stalkers lurking in the shadows between the hours before dawn." "Were you attacked?" he asked anxiously. "No, although they were close enough at one point to spook the horses, but they never really came very close to 234

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our encampment. It seemed as though they were just curious about us." "Hmmmm," he grunted, chewing on his food in thought. "We also saw plenty of activity from the Ogres and Trolls. I have never before seen so many of them between here and Tara. It was almost as if they were gathering together for battle." Aeryn stated softly. Talyn said nothing, but the crease in his brow furrowed deeper. "What do you suppose it means, father?" "I wouldn't worry overly much about it. Who knows what goes on in the minds of these hapless creatures, now finish your dinner and off to bed with you. You've had a very long trip. You need your rest." "Yes, father." She wished she knew what he was up to but he would nay tell her what was about. She feared he was up to no good, but she could do naught to gain say him. Sometimes it frightened her that his ambitions were so high. But being a good daughter, she kept her fears to herself. It would do naught for him to know how she felt for he would do as he pleased anyway. She finished her dinner then bade her father good night. She was tired from her long journey back from Tara, that much he had been right about. That was a place she wished never to return to. Its vileness surrounded her until she could hardly breathe. She would just have to refuse to go when she was summoned again. She had her fill of those pigs they call royalty, she thought as she ascended the stairs. Too many 235

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times the beasts would prowl my door at night. The protection spell held, but for how much longer. No more, she thought rebelliously. I will not go there again! As she opened the door to her room a sweet smile crossed her beautiful face. There was a tub of hot water and scented oil waiting for her and a single red rose lay upon her bed. Dear sweet Fergus, she thought tiredly. He could always be counted on to pamper her. She turned around and searched the long hallway but she could see nothing but dark shadows lurking along its line. She smiled and held her hand in front of her, palm facing up. She whispered a chant and a blue flame appeared and hovered above her palm. With her other hand she circled the flame and chanted a few more words then left the flame floating in mid air. As she closed the door behind her, a large figure emerged from the shadows of the hall. Fergus put his large hand below the flame and took up his nightly vigil beside her door. The flame was cool to the touch and as it rested in his palm it became a flower. He chuckled low and sniffed the fragrant blossom. It was her way of thanking him for his kindness. She knew he would be here, for he had always been here, protecting her; until he took his last breath in death, he would still be here.

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Chapter Twenty-Eight It had been late when Kira had arrived home. She felt drained from the day's findings. She still had no idea how to help Rowan come into his powers but hoped the book Meeka had given to her would shed some light on the subject. Once the sun had set, Rowan had went up onto the battlements and kept a watchful eye out for his wife. He breathed a sigh of relief when he finally made out her outline in the darkening evening. He immediately rushed down to the gates to meet her. He cared not for what anyone thought as he lifted his wife from her horse into his waiting arms. Rowan kissed her so soundly Kira wondered why she had left his arms at all. He then took long strides into the keep and up the stairs. She had giggled and hugged him for his boldness. That's where he kept them for the rest of the night. Of course she didn't mind the lovemaking. In fact, if she had had her way, that would have been exactly what she would have done in his place because she had missed him so much although she had only been gone a day. Once the door was closed behind them, there was no time for idle chatter. Rowan kissed her so passionately that it took her breath away as he not so slowly undressed her. She also could barely wait to feel his flesh beneath her hands. The day had been a long and grueling chore that had taken its toll on her. All she wanted was to feel Rowan's arms wrapped tightly around her body, caressing her and making her forget the day's hazards. 237

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Once she was totally undressed and naked before him, Rowan slowed his pace. He gazed longingly at her slender body. The way the light shone upon her creamy skin gave her a glow he had not noticed before. He ran his fingers slowly through her hair, releasing the pins that held it in place. It cascaded like a molten waterfall down her slender neck, onto her small shoulders and landing softly about her tiny waist. Every time he looked at her, it took his breath away. She was the picture of perfection and she was all his. He was truly a fortunate man to have found such a beauty to fill his bed. The slow caresses he gave her breasts made them pucker and quiver beneath his touch. He left a trail of kisses down along her neck until his tongue found a growing bud beneath his lips. He laved and suckled and nipped, making it grow harder. He suckled until her soft moans pushed him to kiss and suckle her other breast. They were smooth and creamy, soft as silk as his hands kneaded her supple mounds, while his mouth paid homage to their beauty. Being a greedy man, he took both breasts into his large hands and devoured them at the same time. He could feel Kira's body quivering beneath him and that set him on fire. Her hands caressed him and played within his hair to keep his head from moving lower. But he would have none of that as he continued his descent toward the nether regions of her womanhood. The silky red curls that covered her essence drove him to part them with his fingers and caress her lower lips with his tongue. He could barely contain himself as her musky smell 238

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drove him to a near frenzy while he laved and sucked the juices from her body. "Rowan, please, do not tease me thusly, for I swear I am about to shatter into a million pieces!" Kira cried as she endured wave after wave of pure rapture with the skill of his tongue. She didn't have to tell him twice for he was more than ready to give her what she wanted. He rose above her and gazed into those dark green eyes that spoke more than mere words ever could. None too gently he lifted her hips and sheathed his shaft within her moist genitalia. Her soft, glistening nether lips surrounded and pulled him into their depths, taking him into oblivion. The faster he rode, the higher they both ascended until a blinding white light of pure ecstasy exploded around them, uniting them as one. Moments later, as he cradled Kira within his arms, he felt that his world was complete. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined a woman like Kira nestled against his chest, giving him the sweet warmth of her woman's body. "I missed you today, Kira. I did not like you being gone from me," Rowan stated as he held her more tightly against him. "I missed you too, milord," Kira answered with a hint of drowsiness in her voice. "Did you find what you were looking for, Rowan?" "Nay, I did not. But let us not speak of that now. You need your rest, my little angel."

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"Mmmmm, but I have news to tell you," he barely heard her as the soft breathing of her slumber caressed the hair on his chest. "Later, my love, after we both have rested," he sighed, nestling her closer to his side. Soon, the throes of passion wrapped him in slumber. **** The passage way was lit by torches, casting eerie shadows upon the glistening walls. Heavy foot steps could be heard just behind her in the dark, as Kira ran, barefoot and heavy with child. What was following her? Where was she and why was she running from it? Her heart beat quickened with each step, the sound of the foot steps growing closer behind her. Fear gripped its black fingers around her throat as she swallowed a scream, fighting to keep her balance. She kept thinking all will be well just around the corner, but there were no corners. Her staff! Where was her staff? If only she had a weapon to defend herself with. The passage way was long and narrow. Never ending, it kept flowing and still she ran. She knew she couldn't stop, for if she stopped, the foot steps would over take her. But she was tiring. The babe was restless and moved within her, her burden seeming to sap the strength from her body. She felt the moisture streaming down her cheeks. When had she started to cry? She had to rest. The babe ... the babe... **** 240

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Rowan woke with a start. Kira moved restlessly next to him. He started to wake her when the silence was shattered by her scream. "Kira! Kira!" he shook her. Kira instantly awoke gasping for air. Beads of sweat covered her delicate brow and tears streamed freely down her cheeks. Rowan gathered her into his arms and held her tightly. She was shivering as if a great chill had descended upon her. Rowan heard heavy footsteps then banging on the door to their chamber. "My lord! Rowan! Are you alright?" Angus's voice sounded from the other side of the barrier. "'Twas only a dream, Angus, we are fine!" Rowan called out, holding Kira more closely against him. He heard Angus retreat back down to the great hall. The whole castle must have heard her scream. "It is all right, my love. I am here. I will not let anything harm you," Rowan was whispering, trying to calm her down. She held onto him, not wanting to let him go. The fear of her dream was subsiding somewhat, but the feeling of dread still encircled her trembling body. "Are you feeling better?" She nodded and snuggled closer to him. The warmth of his arms making the shadows glide back into oblivion. "You want to tell me about it?" "All I remember is running down a narrow passageway. It was lit by torches and it was damp. There was something in the shadows behind me. It was following me just out of my 241

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eye sight. I felt that the babe was in trouble. I had to protect..." "Babe? What babe?" Rowan asked as he looked down at her. Kira smiled warmly and rose up to look at his face. She put her small hand against his cheek and caressed him as she continued. "I carry your babe, Rowan of Locks Glen. Your long awaited heir shall soon be in our midst." Rowan gasped with surprise. But it was so soon. If this were true, at long last, the line would be continued! "Are you sure?" "Yes. When I went to the village, it was to seek out Meeka, the Ancient One. She confirmed what I had suspicions of." "A babe!" Rowan was thrilled. He drew Kira back into his arms and kissed her soundly. A great weight had just lifted from his shoulders. Now the Dragon Lord line would flourish. His heart was full with joy. But now the realization of her dream slammed him hard into the chest. The danger to the babe and Kira was now even more prominent. Now more than ever he must find a way to protect his family from harm. But that could wait until morning. Right now all he wanted to do was make love to his wife and revel in the fact that he was to become a father. A fact that he had long ago thought he would never enjoy.

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Chapter Twenty-Nine "Why wasn't she taken when you had the chance?" Harper was ranting as he paced angrily back and forth in his solar. Griffin stood still as his lord ranted. He too was filled with anger that his men did not retrieve the luscious Lady Kira. His men had been watching the Dragon Lords keep for over a month now and the one time he was not there to over see his men, they had let her slip, not once, but twice through their greasy fingers. "I am just as angry as you are my lord! But perhaps there will be another chance she can be taken." Griffin spoke quickly, trying to cool Harper's temper. He knew from experience how that hot head could do damage. He still bore the scar from Harper's last tirade. One day Harper would pay for that treachery. "Bah! Time is slipping past and we must get her away from Rowan's protection! Soon the window of opportunity will pass and she will be useless to me." Harper paced erratically past his desk. There had to be a way of getting the Lady Kira from her over protective husband and past that noisy wizard's gaze. He had plans for Kira that did not include what the wizard had plans for. It had been against his better judgment to involve Talyn in this business any way. If he hadn't of needed the wizard's incantations and sorcery to help him kill Rowan, he would have slain the wizard himself. As it was, it seemed as though every attempt made by the wizard to bring about Rowan's 243

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demise always failed. He was starting to wonder if Talyn had any power at all. Nay, he knew the wizard was plenty powerful. He had seen this with his own eyes. No, Talyn had his own agenda which was interfering with Harper's own plans. In fact, he had just learned from the High King that Talyn's daughter was his own personal healer. Harper hadn't even known the wizard had a daughter! That in itself was enough to seal the wizard's fate. No one kept anything from him. After all, he was lord and master of his lands, which meant he owned everything and everyone on them. He had given Talyn false hope of obtaining the land he was ensconced in anyway. It had been originally part of his mother's dowry, but she had given it to Harper on his sixteenth birthday. It had lain in ruin for many years until Talyn had come to him and offered his services in exchange for the land and its castle. The surrounding village barely eeked out a living strong enough to contain itself let alone an overlord, but the offer had intrigued him. So Harper had agreed, but now, to his way of thinking, Talyn had withheld vital information from him so now the deal was off. Yes, he would make Talyn pay dearly for his deceit. The wizard's daughter should make a very nice compensation. He was sure the High King would get over the loss of his healer. Once Harper was through with her, she would be worthless to anyone. Griffin watched the play of emotions fill Harper's features. The man was up to no good and he was sure he wasn't going 244

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to like it. But he said nothing as Harper stopped his pacing and turned suddenly in his direction. The cold glint of steel gray eyes held a foreboding that chilled Griffin to the bone as Harper beckoned him to follow his master out of the room. **** Kira woke with a start. She rose up and felt the emptiness next to her. It was still dark in the room so she knew it was not yet morning, but where could Rowan have gone? She heard the faintest noise by the window and could just make out his outline. She swung her feet off the bed and quietly padded toward him. "Rowan?" she asked softly. "Ah, little one, I did not mean to wake you," he answered as he gazed back out into the darkness. She rested her cheek against his back and placed her palms upon his shoulders. "What is troubling you, my lord?" "'Tis naught. Go back to bed. You need your rest." She felt a chilling distance creep between them. The unthinkable crossed her mind. Could it be the baby she carried? What if he wasn't as happy about it as he had let on? Perhaps he had second thoughts about wanting a child to carry on the lineage. "Is ... is it because of the babe, Rowan, that you are troubled?" "Nay, not in the way you think," he said as he drew her around and into his arms. 245

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"I am very happy that you are carrying my babe for I have waited so long to be able to carry on the Dragon Lord lineage, but I know naught how to protect you and our child, Kira. "Harper will do anything to get these lands and once he learns that you are with child, I know not what he will do to be rid of my heir, but the thoughts that have crossed my mind are not pleasant ones for sure. Then there is the wizard we must contend with. I am not sure what his game is, but I do know he wants you and that must never happen. I could not bear to live without you, Kira. The thought of losing you is unbearable," he sighed heavily into the top of her hair, pulling her more tightly against him. "I have been trying to recall what it is that I am suppose to do to call forth my powers, but I am afraid the Dragon Lords are no more except in the legends before my time" he breathed heavily, gazing out at the night sky as he held her close to his heart. She cradled him to her and fell silent for a few moments, loving the feel of him against her. She had loved this lord of the dragons ever since she could recall memory. Never did she think that one day she would stand beside him as the vessel for his heir and keeper of his heart. She had been content to worship and love him from afar. But the time of confessions was here. Although she truly was not sure of his heart toward her, she knew it was time to open her own heart up to him and place it into his trusting care. Perhaps that was what was keeping him from truly looking deep within his soul. Sometimes uncertainty can mar the mind into a muddled mess. It was time for the two halves to become whole if they 246

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were to do battle and win against this evil that plagued them. She knew from experience that you must draw your strength from your soul if you were to survive in this world. So she began... "When I was growing up, I was shunned by most of my mother's people. That was because I was half human and humans were not on their favorite list of beings. Oh, they respected me enough because of my powers and trusted me enough with the telling of their history, but to actually come into contact with me was forbidden. You are the very first person that I ever met that thought nothing about taking my hand. These are the very hands that can wield the power to heal or to hurt. In fact, you are the very first person, besides my mother, who ever wanted to hold my hand." "Kira, I..." Rowan began. She turned in his arms and laid a small hand against his soft lips. "Please, Rowan let me finish." He nodded and she began again. "I grew up without the touch of another human being. Not even Master Balder would do more than touch me on the shoulder. Neither would Jarin hold my hand for fear of retribution from the clan. I was afraid to touch and be touched, but you changed that for me. You had faith in me that I would not harm you although we were strangers. You gave me courage to face my powers and know that I could control them. You symbolically gave me your dragon's heart to cherish and care for when our souls touched each other." She took a deep breath and looked up into his magnificent 247

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blue eyes. They were as dark as the midnight sky and they held no secrets from her. "Now, I give you my heart in turn. To do with as you will. I would give you my strength, my courage, my faith. Look into your heart Rowan. You are not alone. Together we will win this battle. When the time comes, you will know what to do. You are the last of the mighty Dragon Lords. You are the ruler of your people, protector of your lands and my husband for all eternity. No matter what lies ahead for us, I want you to always know that my heart is yours. I am yours." Kira reached up and pulled his face close to hers. Their lips were but a breath apart. "I love you, Rowan of Locks Glen." She kissed him with such tenderness it caught his breath. Her words had washed over him like petals on a stream, warming his heart to bursting. By the Goddess, he loved this woman more than he could ever tell her. When had that realization come to him? He did not know. But it felt so right. His heart was so full at this moment that he thought nothing could penetrate the aura of their souls as they touched one another. "My sweet little angel of mercy, how can I explain to you what is in my heart? There are no words that I can express that could come close to what I am feeling at this moment. To say you are my breath, my essence, my soul, is putting it mildly. You are everything to me, Kira. I have come to the realization that I love you with every ounce of breath in my body, until there is no more and our souls go beyond this mortal realm. I will always love you, my sweet wife. Never 248

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doubt it." Rowan kissed her with such reverence, that he was in awe that he could be so gentle. Kira held him tightly to her once their kiss was over. To finally hear the words that she so longed for had been the sweetest moment of her life. They were one, her and him. Together they would get through this. Together their love would prevail.

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Chapter Thirty The past few days had been wonderful. They kept mainly to themselves, reveling in the fact that they would soon have a child and nurturing their new found love for each other. When the rest of the castle and village found out about the baby, there was much celebrating. Kira need not have worried that her news had been ill received for everyone that came to the festivities wished them well. Today was the first day that Rowan left her to see to a few things that had been brought to his attention. Neither one of them had had time to think about their troubles since her return from the village, until now. Kira stood next to the large table in their room and stared at the Ancient Book that Meeka had given her. With all the revelry, there had been no time to look over its yellowed pages. Gingerly she ran her small hand over the leather binding. If felt soft and supple beneath her touch decrying the belief that it was so old. She picked it up and went to the bed, crawled upon it and crossed her legs, letting the book rest there upon her knees. Her heart beat at a fast pace as she finally found the courage to open it. Within its tarnished pages there were beautiful hand-scripted ancient spells, remedies and the like. Some pages were filled with finely tooled pictures and told of ancient legends along with detailed specifications that healed everything from a toothache to morning sickness. There were a multitude of lists that had every kind of herb you could imagine. Even some she never knew existed, except in legends. As she gingerly turned each 250

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page, legends of old started appearing beneath her fingertips. Ancient wisdom that time seemed to have forgotten littered each graceful page. There were dozens of pages pertaining to stalkers, the cave dwellers and even orcanites. This was indeed a treasure to hold close to her heart. She even found some notations written on some pages. Some were from her ancestors; some from her mother and the rest were from Meeka. Perhaps one day she would be so bold as to add notations or whole pages for her children and her children's children. Kira softly closed the book and sat back, closing her eyes against the onslaught of everything she was reading. It would take time to absorb what was written in this ancient tome. She would find a way to help Rowan and she knew it had to be in here somewhere. She held the book close to her breast and lay down on her side. Exhaustion from the past few days wrapped its arms around her and soon she was sound asleep **** Rowan helped Angus with the last heavy stone. Somehow the castle wall had been damaged without anyone noticing until now. Their defenses had probably already been breached and that was a disconcerting thought. It was hard to tell if there were any of Harper's men roaming about with all the merriment that had been going on these past few days so they would have to be on high alert until the danger had passed. 251

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"Why would Harper go to such lengths to attract attention with a few stones removed from our wall when he has the aid of a wizard?" Angus asked as the last stone was heaved into the massive craggy barrier and the masons began their diligent work to seal them back into place. "I am not sure. But we must keep a close watch on everyone that is coming through our gates. I am sure that Harper has spies all around and the news of our babe must have reached his wicked ears by now. That will surely set him off in a rampage," Rowan remarked as he and Angus walked back toward the keep. "Aye, it would. If only you could be done with him." "I am sure Harper will get what is coming to him in due time." "Our scouts have noticed more activity in the lower valleys of late. It seems as though the ogres and trolls are massing together. I fear it is for no good." Angus said with a sigh. "I have gone out hunting these past three nights and have found their trail coming too close to our gates. That does not bode well for us." "You could be right. Perhaps they are trying to stay out of Harper's way by pulling their resources together. They could be in defiance against Harper's cruelty. We should keep an eye on them none the less. Post extra guards at night until we are sure the danger is over." "It will be done." "Have there been any reports of Stalkers lurking nearby?" Rowan wanted to know. 252

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"Aye, there have been. I swear Rowan, ever since you came home with the wee lass, there have been naught but hordes of legends coming true and mystical creatures coming to life!" Angus teased his friend lightly. "Aye, that is for sure. She has filled our lives with much magic and opened our hearts and minds to know that there is more to life than what we once perceived of it." Angus nodded his head in agreement. Life had been nothing if not more interesting since Kira had come to stay. "Have you given any more thought to the catacombs below?" Angus asked as they entered the great hall and sat at the high table. Rowan motioned for one of the serving maids to bring them each a tankard of ale before he answered. "Aye, I have. I have not told this to Kira for I did not want to worry her, but I have been having a strange dream of late." "What about?" "I have dreamt that I opened the doors below and entered a cavern of rock. It looked to be carved into a very large underground chamber. It's almost as if I am truly there for when I awake I can still feel a presence or something there in the cave, just beyond my sight. I can actually smell the musty dampness of the room. But each time I think I am closing in on whatever is there, I wake up before I can reach it." "What does it mean?" Angus asked, enthralled by this vision. "I do not know, but I have to find out." "Do you remember the words that open the door?" 253

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"Nay, 'tis just a feeling and then the sensation is gone," Rowan answered as he took a long swallow of ale. "Harper will not stay at bay much longer, I fear. He has been quiet for too long now," Angus stated as he too enjoyed the ale on this warm summer day. "We will just have to increase the guards on the look out towers and along the wall as I said before. Any one who looks suspicious I want brought to me immediately. Have you ferreted out the spy that started all of this?" "Nay, but I have noticed that one of the guards has disappeared. He has not been seen for days now. Could be he was the one that warned Harper of your departure." "Aye that is a probability. Keep an eye to the walls." "I will make it so, milord." And with that Angus got up and left to do his lord's bidding. Rowan sat at the table a little longer thinking about all that had transpired within these past few months and the long previous years of war with his brother. Life had not been easy for him when his parents had died, whether it 'twas an accident or by Harper's design, he will never actually know. As hell bent for greed as Harper was, he still could not see him killing his own mother on purpose. Harper was a lot of things, but Rowan was quite sure, that he loved his mother in spite of the choice she made by marrying Rowan's father. The fear that Harper had murdered their parents still nagged at the back of his mind. If he ever found out it was true, may the Goddess forgive him for killing his brother! Rowan swore on the blood of his parents that he would run his sword deep into Harper's heart! 254

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That is why he was so afraid for Kira and why he had married her to begin with. He had to protect her from his brother's wrath, for his cruelty was well known. At least by marrying her and bringing her to Locks Glen, he had secured a safe haven for her. At least he hoped she would be safe. But with the wizard wondering around, he was not quite sure that was a wise statement. How could he have known that she would have turned his life upside down and entangled his heart? Aye, he was a very fortunate man and he blessed the Goddess for sending Kira his way that day he lay dying on the field of battle. He just hoped that very soon he would become what the legends had built for him. A true Dragon Lord could protect what was his and keep it safe for all time. He felt the cross roads were drawing near in that aspect of his life. He just hoped it would not be too late when it happened.

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Chapter Thirty-One The end of summer was fast approaching. There had been no more ghostly visits or ghastly vermin to contend with since that one time and they were finally falling into a routine of sorts and starting to relax their hold on the gates of Locks Glen. Rowan had called a clan meeting that had lasted a week. Each chieftain had paid homage to their lord's new lady and gave blessings for the new Dragon Lord heir. Rowan had filled them all in on what was happening at Locks Glen as they also told Rowan of the gathering of the old ones. That is what they called the ogres, dwarves and such. They felt that they were massing for an attack, but they were not sure who they intended to attack. By the time they all left, it had been decided. A close eye was to be kept on the old ones as well as Harper's keep. If there was trouble any where within their valley, the bonfires would be lit and help would come. Rowan breathed a little easier now that the clan knew what was going on. Perhaps now he could concentrate on the matter at hand; finding his destiny. Kira was starting to show and glow with the coming of motherhood. Rowan refused to let her do too much for fear of losing the child, but of course Kira was a strong willed woman and usually got her way about most things. He soon found there was nothing to fear for the child. She would protect it with her life if need be and he hoped that would never be an issue they would have to contend with. 256

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Watching her perform her daily rituals with her staff warmed his heart although at first he feared the rituals would be too much for the soon to be mother. But as he found out, she was as much a warrior as he was and he loved her for it. He had no fear that she could take care of herself if the need ever arose, but he prayed to the Goddess that would never come to pass. On this late summer day, Rowan was heading out to make sure the harvesting was going smoothly. Angus was already at the orchard overseeing the crops there, which left the fields for Rowan's inspection. "I will not be gone long, my love." Rowan said as he kissed Kira for the third time before mounting his horse. She giggled and tried to help him on his way. "I will be safe. You do the same, my lord." She replied as she stepped away from his horse. Rowan smiled down at his beautiful wife, then jabbed his heels into his horse's flanks and took off like a shot. The sooner he left, the sooner he could return and once again hold his beloved in his arms. He had become quite addicted to her he rationalized as he left the castle behind. The past several months had been turned into pure bliss for him. Each night he made love to her as if they would never awaken from their slumber. Then each morning when they awoke in each other's arms, they would do it all over again, before the day would intrude upon their peacefulness. He had never imagined loving someone as much as he loved his wife. He was truly blessed with more happiness than 257

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he thought any human being could have. Once the baby was born he would truly have a happy family. He hadn't wanted to leave Kira at the keep alone. They still had not found the spy among them and that meant danger for everyone there. Usually either he or Angus stayed behind in case of any incident, but this time it wasn't to be. Harvest time was a busy time for the land of Kells. Everyone pitched in to bring in the harvest to the keep and put in the granary for distribution over the winter. It was still too early for the slaughtering. That would come in another month or so. The meat would be cleaned and smoked and hung just before winter set in, then divided amongst his people as they needed it for their winter food. It had been a good custom so far, bringing much food to those who ordinarily would have very little over the winter. He knew there were many land owners that nearly starved their people during the winter so they could feast a plenty. He disliked those people greatly. This system had worked for their clan and its people for generations. There was no need to change it now. Rowan knew this year would be plentiful indeed, for their fields had been bountiful and the orchards full and bursting all season. The cattle and sheep herds had been blessed with many births and there had been more deer spotted within the forests even with the nocturnal activity of late. He was very proud of Kira for she had helped prepare the fruits and vegetables for the coming winter months. She seemed to enjoy the camaraderie with the older ladies of the village. He was pleased that his people seemed to love their new mistress. His heart swelled with pride. 258

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Kira watched Rowan ride out of the gates as they closed behind him. The ladies from the village waved to her as she started her slow assent back into the keep where she was overseeing the cleaning of the rushes and the last cleansing of the great hall before the great celebration. Soon the feast of Mabon would be upon them and the harvesting would be over and celebration would begin. There was much to do to prepare for the feast of Mabon. The whole village would attend the feast and the rituals would begin. It was Kira's duty to perform these rituals for she was the Lady of the Keep and the healer of the people. Of course Rowan would be by her side throughout the entire night, for he was the Lord of the Keep and it was his duty to reside over the whole affair. She was sure that he wasn't quite thrilled about that aspect. As she suspected, he would much prefer to keep her in their room while he taught her the finer points of making love. She giggled softly to herself as the thought raced through her mind. Kira loved what Rowan did to her body every night since they were wed. The way his lips would softly touch hers in a delicate kiss, letting his tongue dance across their lips while his large hands roamed freely over her breasts and down her stomach, creating an ache deep inside that only he could satisfy. She swiftly put the thoughts of their lovemaking aside for it would be a long day before Rowan was to return to her arms. To get her mind in another direction, she thought of the feast ahead. She was looking forward to the celebration. 259

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This would be her first Mabon festival as a married woman and she would have Rowan at her side. Whenever they would celebrate the autumn equinox in her village she had always took pleasure in it from afar for she was never welcomed into its midst. Tainted blood offended the goddess Modren and her son Mabon. Now that she was a married woman and expecting a child, she hoped she did not offend the goddess with her presence. After all, it was her duty to set the mood of the festival and bring health and prosperity to their people. She hoped it would be a grand festival that their people would be proud of. The day went fairly smooth for all the hustle and bustle of the keep. The villagers came and went. Peddlers were met at the gate then, after the guards were sure it was safe, they were allowed to bargain their wares within the castle walls. Kira never saw so many peddlers in one place. There must have been thirty carts scattered across the bailey with every kind of item you could think of. She bought some new pots and pans for the kitchen, a few new woven rugs for Rowan's solar, a copper kettle for the laundress and some more beeswax in a variety of colors for the upcoming festival. All in all, it had been a very good day. The afternoon was growing late and Kira was hoping that Rowan would soon be coming home. She had lots to discuss with him. He would be surprised to learn that the baby moved today. She wanted him to know the joy of their child stirring to life. She had also found a passage within the Ancient's book that could possibly help Rowan remember the words he so longed for. If she was right, by this evening, her fondest 260

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wish would have been granted. To see the joy upon her husband when he once again took his rightful place as Dragon Lord was in itself the ending of a perfect day. Kira was looking over a particularly beautiful piece of silk when she heard a commotion at the front gates. She dropped the silk and started walking toward the ruckus and then she spied Angus barreling toward her. "Kira, come quickly!" Angus shouted as he sprang from his horse at a break neck speed. "Why? What's wrong?" she asked, hurrying toward him, a cold chill tingling along her spine. "It's Rowan. He is hurt badly." Angus gasped as he took her arm in his hand and started back toward his horse. "Wait! Let me get my bag of herbs." "There is no time!" He lifted Kira onto the front of the horse then he climbed on behind her. They took off so quickly, Kira nearly lost her seating. Angus sped through the open gates and headed straight for the woods beyond. "Where are we going? Rowan was in the fields," Kira stated as she hung on for dear life. "It is not much further," Angus stated as he pulled her closer to him, steadying her seat. Kira prayed they would make it in time. She felt as though her heart was stuck in her throat, her fear for Rowan was so deep. She turned in her seat and watched the castle grow smaller in the distance. Where was Angus taking her, she thought as another chill passed over her quaking body. 261

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This was not the way to the fields. In fact, they were moving away from the protection of Locks Glen itself. Something was wrong! Very, very wrong! "Angus, where are we going?" Her answer was waiting around the next bend. She stiffened visibly and turned to look into Angus's face, but it was not Angus that looked back at her. "Good work wizard!" Griffin stated as he grabbed the horses reigns to halt its forward motion. Kira inhaled sharply. This is the one that had been plaguing them from the beginning! "Take care to not harm her or you shall answer to me." Talyn remarked as he handed a furious Kira down to the waiting arms of her captors. She lashed out at Griffin but he was too quick for her. He grabbed her hands and drew them behind her and tied them quickly with a piece of leather. "She will not be harmed as long as we can contain her. Harper wants to make good use of her." Griffin smiled as he ran his hands over her swelling breasts, tweaking the nipples as he did so. Kira shook his hands from her body and tried to run, but he grabbed her long braided hair and yanked hard. She fell backward onto the ground. A sharp pain in her side made her catch her breath. She thought of the babe and ceased her struggles. Now was not the time to be brave. She had to stay unscathed for the baby's sake. "I give you fair warning, Griffin. She is not to be harmed or touched in anyway! Is that understood?" Talyn glared down at 262

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Harper's right hand man. He trusted him not, but there was no other way at the moment to get Kira from Locks Glen. Griffin stared back at the darkly dressed wizard. He wasn't prepared to ruffle his feathers at the moment so he conceded to his wishes. "As you wish, Talyn, but only because she is an important pawn in this game we play." "Humph! See that you keep your word or you will rue the day you crossed me!" And with that said, he was off, leaving a bewildered Kira in the hands of her tormentors. "Why are you doing this? Why can't you leave us alone?" Kira remarked as Griffin grabbed her by the arm and all but dragged her to a waiting horse. "You are something special that Harper wants. So he shall have you." Griffin brooded as he helped her onto the horse then climbed up behind her. He motioned for his men to cover their tracks and they headed toward Harper's stronghold. Glendaugh Castle was a few hours away and there was still a chance that Rowan would return and rescue her, but in her heart she knew that it was a slim thought at best. How could she have fallen for such a trick? She reprimanded herself. She was now in the hands of the enemy. She was alone and would have to be careful so as not to harm the child she carried. How could such a beautiful day end in such a tragic manner? Her heart was heavy as they rode further away from her home and closer to the pit of vipers that awaited her.

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Chapter Thirty-Two "I have kept my word, Harper! Now keep yours!" Harper stood with his back toward Talyn, contemplating his next move. He smiled ruefully and then turned to face his opponent. He was in control and the feeling made him feel invincible. "I do not think so, Talyn." "What?" Talyn screeched as he took a step toward Harper. The air suddenly got thick and smoky. Outside the windows, the clear blue sky turned a smoky gray with billowing heavy clouds moving swiftly across the sky. Harper saw the sky and felt the thickness swirling in the room. He stood his ground and continued. "You heard me. If I were to give you your daughter now, well, I am not a fool, wizard. As soon as you had her, you would destroy me and get Kira for yourself." "What makes you think I still will not kill you?" "Because if I die, so does your daughter." Talyn stopped in his tracks. Harper was smarter than he had originally given him credit for. There had to be a way of getting Aeryn back in one piece. He thought back to the last day he had seen his daughter. That had been nearly a week ago. A missive had come from the High King. She was needed back at court. Aeryn had begged him not to make her go, but he had been so wrapped up in the destruction of Meeka and her kin, that he had actually led his own daughter into the hands of this wolf! 264

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He had thought she had been safe with her body guard and the detachment of men that he had sent with her. But they had proved to be no match for Harper's orc army. It had taken little to defeat his men and haul away his only daughter to who knew where. No. He had underestimated this faction and let his guard down and now it had cost him dearly. "What else is it that you want from me Harper? You have taken all that is dear to me." "And you! You have treated me as a fool, wizard!" Harper roared as he paced in front of his desk. "I am your lord! Your master! You gave fealty to me! You have broken that oath and tried to steal what was mine! I will not be treated with such indignation!" Harper strode heatedly to stand in front of Talyn, drawing his sword and resting the tip beneath Talyn's chin. "I should strip you of your flesh, tan your hide like a jackal and hang it on my wall as a trophy! But I will not. Instead, your daughter will be the price of retribution that I seek from you, wizard. If everything goes according to my plan, then you may have her back at my leisure." He lowered his sword and replaced it in the sheath at his side. Talyn took a step toward Harper. If Harper had not been in such a euphoric state of mind, he would have been more cautious and been truly afraid of Talyn's powers, but as it was he stood there, daring this mighty wizard to react to his haughtiness. "Arrgh!" was all that Talyn said as he disappeared from Harper's solar. 265

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A smirk crossed his features, then a hideous laugh of incredible volume. Harper knew he had won this battle. Now he could have both Aeryn and Kira for his own sport. The wizard would never find his daughter for he had hidden her well. First, he would take care of Kira, then Aeryn he would toy with piece by piece. **** "How could this have happened? I should never have left her alone!" Rowan raged as he paced back and forth in the great hall of his castle. Angus had just ridden in and found out what had happened. The wizard had been tricky, waiting for them both to leave the keep, which meant he had been watching them for a very long time. "It seems that eyes have been upon us for a while, my lord." "Aye and that bodes ill. How is a man to protect his family and lands when there are bewitching thieves in the night waiting to steal what is his?" The aggravation in Rowan's voice was apparent as he paced the room with volatile steps. "How they got past the watch towers is what I would like to know." Angus stated more to himself than to Rowan. "I was told it was you that rushed in and took her, telling Kira that I had fallen ill. That is how they tricked her into going with him," Rowan gritted between bitter breaths. "It was the wizard that tricked her with his magic!" Angus stated angrily. 266

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"Aye and other than that, I do not know. I know little of the ways of magic. How is one to fight it?" "You fight magic with magic," a female voice from behind them spoke. Rowan and Angus both turned abruptly at the sound of the voice and found an aging old woman standing but a few feet from the front door. "Who are you?" Rowan asked with caution, not trusting anyone at this point besides Angus. "You know who I am Dragon Lord. I am too late to save Kira from your brother's raid, but I am not too late to be of service to you," Meeka stated as she haughtily strolled into the room and sat down at the table. Rowan motioned for a serving maid to bring ale for his guest. "Why have you shown your face here old woman? I thought you did not want to be a part of your granddaughter's life?" Rowan and Angus both sat down across from her. Both were wary of their visitor and with good reason. This old woman was the Grande Dame of the Elves. She was, in all magical sense, the only one of the Elf clan to be wary of. "I have given that summation a great deal of thought. If not for Talyn interfering in her life, I would not be here. But I will not have him destroy my granddaughter as he destroyed my daughter." Meeka paused as the ale was delivered and took a long swallow. She had come a long way to reach this lord of the dragons. 267

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"How did you know that she had been taken?" Angus asked as he too drank some ale to quench his thirst. Meeka sat down her tankard and eyed Rowan up and down before speaking, a smirk spreading across her ancient features. "So you are the great Dragon Lord. Humph! I must say that she has chosen well, but you have not yet mastered your abilities that still lay dormant. That is a pity. If you had, all of this could have been avoided." "Do not toy with me old woman! It is you that have sought me out, not the other way around!" Rowan snapped as he bent toward her, sloshing the ale onto the table as his fist landed upon the wooden surface. "Aye, you are right on that accord." She took another drink of her ale, unaffected by his out burst. "You have not answered Angus's question, Meeka. How did you know she had been taken?" Meeka eyed both men warily and wondered if she should tell them the truth. Most humans could not understand the way magic was used so they feared it. Nay, she would tell him the truth for if he did not believe her, she had traveled here for naught and she knew that he must believe in the magic that surrounded them or her granddaughter was lost forever along with her child. "A few nights ago, Talyn visited me. He had come to destroy me and seek his revenge upon my bloodline. We battled for a time and I grew weak. If not for the fact that his thoughts were interrupted by his daughter's screams, I dare say that I would not be here now, but my magic grew 268

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stronger with his distraction and he failed to accomplish what he had set out to do. He had told me of his plans for Kira. As soon as I regained my strength, I came here." "And what were those plans?" Rowan asked in a low growling voice. "I do not think you would understand." "Try me." "Very well. Talyn wants to absorb all of Kira's powers and that of her babe. She has great power lying dormant within her that she has no knowledge of as yet. As she grows closer to the time of her delivery, she will start to glow with her new inner power. Her strength of soul will triple and her powers will stay strong and vibrant even after she has given birth. She will begin to realize that the babe, a blessing unto its self, has a special gift to share upon this world once it is born. "Talyn wishes to be able to fully control the Water Ball of Viewing that I had given to his brother, Kira's father—" "Her father? You mean Talyn is Kira's blood uncle?" Rowan asked in surprise. "Yes, he is and in order for him to control the Water Ball, he must drain the strength from her and the babe before it is born. When he finally has what he wants, she will die and so will the babe, for they can not live without their essence, the very life force that dwells within them, which dwells with in all life." "We must find her and fast!" Rowan stated as he started to get up. "Wait! There is more." Rowan sat back down. He didn't like the sound of that. 269

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"Your brother, Harper, also covets her power. That is why he elicited the help of Talyn to begin with. I have seen what your brother has done. He has stolen Aeryn, Talyn's daughter in order for Talyn to do his bidding. Which Talyn has already accomplished. Posing as your young friend here, he had no trouble entering the gates. He came after Kira and took her to your brother or rather to your brother's minions. Now Harper has both women and he plans on using them both to accomplish his demise of you and Talyn to further the power he wants so badly." "What does this Aeryn have to do with Kira?" Angus asked before Rowan could say anything. "Aeryn too is a great healer that the High King in Tara has coveted for many years. Harper is allied with the High King and promised the King a great reward if he would turn her over to him. So it was done. But the fate he has in store for Aeryn is merciless. He plans on taking her apart a piece at time and then giving the remains to Talyn. Kira's fate is not much better." "Then we must hurry! I will not sit by and let him kill my wife and child!" Rowan roared, standing so quickly he nearly knocked the table over. "And what do you think you can do to save her? He has learned to control his orc army with a mere thought! They would destroy you in a matter of minutes without your dragon powers." Meeka informed him. "Then I must some how destroy that link, that bond that creates such a hold on a vast army of earth dwellers!" 270

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"How is that possible, Rowan? We are not magic users or thieves to steal what is not ours." Angus asked as his mind raced with solutions to their problem. "Every one has magic in them to use, shape shifter." Meeka replied, taking a small drink of ale. "How did you know?" Angus asked with concern. No one but Rowan knew he could shape shift. "You are full of magic. I can see it. It surrounds you and is a part of you. Not like the Dragon Lord." Rowan grimaced and made a noise deep in his throat. He was already tired of this witch. He started to rise when she held up her hand for him to stop. "Wait, there is one more thing you should know about your brother." Meeka spoke, looking at Rowan in a side ways glance. "And what is that?" "He carries the aura of a Dragon Lord." "But how could this be? He does not carry the blood of a Dragon Lord." Rowan stated harshly. He didn't like the sound of that little bit of information. "I do not know how it happened. But it has happened." She repeated once more. "I do. There is only one way to receive that kind of power!" Rowan's heart grew cold with the knowledge laid before him. What he had feared must have come to pass. Harper would pay with his life. "What do we do now, Rowan?" Angus asked as he sat next to his lord. He had a feeling this wasn't going to bode very well for any of them. 271

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"We fight with cunning and deliberation. If I know Harper, he will not harm either woman until the moon is at its fullest. That gives us five days to find a way of taking back my wife and child and destroying Harper in the process." He would deal with the problem of Harper's aura when next they met for he knew there was only one way he could have retrieved that essence. "Ah, at the feast of Mabon! Excellent! He is a follower of the priestess then?" Meeka asked as she suddenly saw this dragon lord in a different light. "Nay, he believes in naught but the riches of war and the gods that flank him on either side of it. But he has always believed that the hunt and destruction of his assailants were best done during a full moon. It is to our advantage that it is not in its full zenith until five days from now. He will feel cocky and confident in himself. That will be his down fall," Rowan said adamantly as he struck his blade into the table. "Then you have a plan..." Angus speculated rising from his chair. Rowan looked at Angus, then at Meeka. "Aye! I have a plan."

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Chapter Thirty-Three Aeryn paced restlessly within her cell. Who had done this to her? Why had she been brought here? All questions, no answers. She looked about her cell once more. The stone walls and floor glistened with moisture. The only light that penetrated the darkness was a small window high above her head. Too far up to be of any use as far as escape was concerned. The heavy iron door had remained shut the whole time she had been put in here. No light filtered through its thick bands except for when her meals had been delivered and passed through a rough hued opening at the bottom of the door. At least her captors hadn't left her in total darkness. One small stub of a candle was brought with every evening meal, although she wished at times there was no light so she didn't have to see what she was eating or what else was in the room with her. She had tried to use the wizard's light that her father had taught her but so far she hadn't had any luck with it. She had been granted a blanket for the straw bed that lay in the corner of the room and a chamber pot that should have been cleaned days ago, but no one seemed to care about that discomfort. She sat down and gathered the blanket about her shoulders. Although it was still considered summer, the room had a chill to it that seeped right into your very bones. She closed her eyes against the onslaught of tears that burned just behind her lids. This was not a time for self pity. It was a 273

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time for action but she could come up with no logical way of escaping her prison. It had been four days now since she was taken while on route to the High King in Tara. The attack had been sudden and without warning. One moment they were riding along peacefully, the next moment all chaos broke out. She had drawn her sword and helped her men but it was to no avail. Not even the flaming bolts of lightening that flew from her hands could diminish the horde that over powered them. They had been over run with smelly orcs. Denizens of the earth that needed to stay there. In her whole entire life, this was the first time she had ever seen orcs and for the love of the Goddess, she hoped to never encounter their kind again. They were huge muscular beings with pig like features. Tusks grew from their mouths like wild boars and spittle dripped from their lips as they screeched their way through the entourage. She shivered as she remembered the killing spree the orc army had delivered to her men. The carnage would be forever engraved into her memory. When Fergus fell before her eyes, she knew that all was lost. In an instant she was over run and subdued. They had bound her, gagged her and covered her eyes so she couldn't see where they were taking her. But at that moment in time, she wanted to die too. Her warrior heart lay sprawled on the bloody knoll with the rest of her men. Now, four days later, she was still stuck in this forsaken dungeon with no answers and no way out. She wished her father was here, but alas, he probably didn't even know what had happened to her. It wasn't uncommon for her to be gone 274

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weeks at a time to the High King. If indeed it was he who had really summoned her. She'd had time to think about that one too. She doubted very seriously if it were truly the High King. The missive that had been delivered just hadn't seemed right to her, but her father had insisted she go and be done with it. Well, there was naught for her to do but wait until they brought her the evening meal. Perhaps she could try a tactic to see if they would enter and investigate. Only time would tell. **** "If you let me go, Griffin, perhaps my husband will let you live." Kira was saying as they rode on toward their destination. "Do I have to gag you, witch, or will you cease your yapping?" Griffin growled as he pulled her tighter against his chest. The feel of her feminine body rubbing endlessly against his was starting to wear thin on his aching loins. To feel her beneath him as he took his pleasure was a dream that would soon come true. And take her he would, before they got to Glendaugh Castle, if only he were not saddled with Harper's minions. The ugly orcs were not like his own men and Harper knew it. That is why he was ordered to take them along instead. Harper was smart; he would give him that, for the orcs had orders not to stop until they reached the castle. Orcs always did as they were told, right to the letter, never deviating past their prime objective. 275

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"Why not kill me now and get it over with," Kira was saying, bringing Griffin out of his musing. "Ah, why waste such an act on such a lovely lass as yourself? We have other plans for you witch. A more ... provocative fate awaits you." Griffin answered, taking one of her heavy milk laden breasts into the palm of his hand and squeezing, rubbing the tip of her swollen nipple, aching to suckle it. Kira jerked her shoulders up, dislodging his hold. The pain he had inflicted was barely tolerable. If her hands had been free, she would show him what real pain was. But alas, they were tied behind her back and wrapped in burlap. She couldn't use her powers without catching the burlap on fire thus harming herself and her baby in the process. But once she was free, there would be retribution for this humiliation. Griffin laughed at the measly swat she had tried to give him. Yes. She would be a fine fighter in bed. He was looking forward to it. Unfortunately it would have to wait until they were back at the castle. Kira said not another word as the sun started sinking low in the west, their destination becoming clear. In another hour, she would be out of Rowan's reach. Her heart sank as the reality that she may never see him again filled her with a sense of loss. But she had sworn to protect the Dragon Lord with her life if need be. She would stand by that creed. She just wished the price of that fealty would not be so high. Her unborn child deserved a chance to live. **** 276

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Harper watched from the parapet as Griffin rode hard and strong into the bailey, his package tucked tight and safe. At last, Harper thought as he watched the scene below him. Griffin dragged the fighting Kira off the horse and hauled her toward the keep. Harper knew Griffin would take her straight to her cell and deposit her there until things could be sorted out. He wasn't ready to use her just yet. There was another female he wanted to toy with first, a more provocative female that would taste good on his lips. He never cared for virgins. They were too ... virginal, he snickered softly to himself. But this virgin he was looking forward to. Talyn would rue the day he crossed him. Yes, Harper thought, she would make for good sport. Harper slowly descended the stairs and entered the keep. His staff should be serving the evening meal right about now. Eat first, play later, he mused, leaving the parapet and his room behind.

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Chapter Thirty-Four A weary Rowan walked listlessly up the stairs to his room. The day had been filled with battle plans and readiness drills. The fact that Harper would be expecting a siege was an understatement. Rowan would just have to disappoint him for there would be no full scale war. No, their best bet to retrieve Kira without her sustaining any harm would be tricky, but it could be done. He wished he had been able to retrieve his powers before attempting such an undertaking, but time had run out and he was no closer to finding what he sought. His room had been lit by a single candle by one of the servants, but other than that, it was the same as it had been this morning when he'd left a satisfied and sleeping Kira alone in their bed. His heart constricted with the reality that she was not here waiting for him. Her lovely smile spread across her beautiful face as she waited for him to crawl into bed beside her, was a memory he would always keep tucked away in his heart. He sighed heavily as he crossed the empty barren room. Rowan wanted to damn all the gods and goddesses he could think of to hell. Try as he might to retain his faith, he was at his wits end. How could he have let this happen? Why couldn't he remember the secrets his father had taught him about the door in the catacombs? A mass of jumbled thoughts raced in his mind as he stopped and stared at the ancient book lying open upon his bed. It was Kira's magic book. What good had that book done for either of them? The thought raced across his mind as he reached down to remove it. 278

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"Kira believed that what you seek was in that book, Dragon Lord," a voice came from behind him. He turned abruptly to see who had intruded upon his thoughts. Meeka stood just in the doorway, neither inside the room nor outside but, just there. "She has found nothing in here but riddles and rhymes, potions and cures. It was a waste of our time together for her to think there was anything here but rubbish." Rowan stated, tossing the book back onto the bed. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Just like a man to disregard the intuition they were born with. If you can not feel it, see it or smell it, it does not exist. It is such a pity that you will not trust your instincts and let your ego step down a notch or two." Meeka stated as she turned to go. "You know nothing of your granddaughter, though you had the chance. You know even less of me. Watch what you say old woman for I am in no mood to hear your foolish tales." "Aye, foolish I may be, but who is the fool that will not see what is right before his eyes? But of course, there must be love before your eyes can see." Rowan said nothing as he watched the old woman leave. He walked over and slammed the door shut, hoping the noise would vibrate through her creaky old bones. Call him a fool would she! Hmmm, not likely! He paced in mild irritation at her words, but deep down he knew she was right about one thing. He was a fool. A stupid fool who let his wife be taken, an arrogant fool to have let Harper live as long as he had and an ignorant fool to think that the Dragon Lord legend could be passed down to his 279

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children and to their children and beyond. But he had nothing to pass down, nothing to give to his descendents, just words of things that happened generations ago. Rowan sighed heavily. He knew for a fact the one thing she was totally wrong about was his feelings for his wife. He loved Kira with every thing he had within him. Granted it had taken a long time to admit that fact, but he would shout it to the rafters if he knew it would bring Kira back to him unharmed. He stared out the window of his room. A mild breeze could be felt tugging at the strands of his hair as he rested his hands on the sill and looked out beyond the bailey below, beyond the walls that were suppose to keep them all safe. A sprinkling of stars shone brightly in the sky with just a sliver of moon starting its climb across the heavens. Five days was not enough time in which to conquer Harper's stronghold and save his beloved wife. There were too many variables that could go wrong. He wasn't just fighting Harper, but the wizard as well. He knew he would try and he knew he would do his level best to save her, hopefully, before Harper could harm her and the baby. Self doubt and tribulations haunted him as he ran the battle plans once more through his mind. The bulk of the men he would have stationed at the front gates to keep Harper busy, while he and Angus took a few hand picked men and came up from behind. A long time ago, when Rowan was a boy, he had found a passage way behind the castle that led to the dungeons below. It had been built as a way of escaping in case there 280

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had ever been a siege put upon the castle. They even had one here at Locks Glen, but only a select few people knew about it. His father had told him once that fox holes were an important part of their lives. It could mean the life or death of their clan and that only trusted individuals should know of its location. And so it had held. Only Angus knew of their fox hole. Harper was not a very good lord and so would probably dismiss the ancient tunnels that led beneath his castle if he even knew about them to begin with. At least that is what Rowan was hoping for. That would be his greatest mistake and Rowan would take full advantage of it. Total exhaustion finally dug its sharp talons deep within Rowan's body. Pulling off his boots he lay down on the bed and fell into a troubled sleep. **** "Rowan! Rowan, where are you?" "Here! I am here, Kira!" Rowan ran down the long passageway, dimly lit by torches, the sweating walls making the cold stone floor slippery. He had to reach Kira before it was too late. He could hear her calling him. "Kira! Kira!" There was a turn at the next corridor, he took it and came to a large wooden door. He could hear Kira calling him from the other side, but it wouldn't open. It was locked. He searched the walls for the key but there were none to be found. 281

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"How can this be? Kira, where are we?" Rowan asked in confusion, frustration piling heavily upon his broad shoulders. "We are in a dream cloud. I heard my mother talk about one when I was very little. I don't know how this is happening, but it is," she said, pressing her cheek against the door, wanting so much to hold him in her arms. "Are you alright? Has he ... has he harmed you or the babe?" Rowan asked softly, wishing to the heavens he could break through this barrier and retrieve what was rightfully his. "No, we are safe for the moment. I am sorry that I was such an easy target. Please forgive me." "There is nothing to forgive. You thought I was hurt. It was the wizard that tricked you, aye?" "Aye." "I will try to get you free. Let me see if I can find an axe to splinter this door." "Rowan, no, I don't know how much longer this connection will last." "What do you mean?" "You are here to find something..." "Aye! I have found you and now I will free you!" "Nay, 'tis not I that truly brought you here. 'Tis the words that you seek to fulfill your destiny that pulls you here. That is why the door is locked between us. You must remember the words so that we both can be freed." "But I have tried to remember, my love. I have failed you and it is my punishment to never become the Dragon Lord of my ancestors." 282

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"Nay, Rowan. Let your heart be free. You must open your mind and your heart. No matter how foolish it may sound, you must be free of your fears." "What fears? I have no—" "Yes you do, my love. You must look deep within your soul to find what you are seeking. Look in the book and you will remember." "The book?" "Look in the book..." "Kira? Kira!" **** Rowan woke with a start, Kira's name blazed upon his lips. His breathing was erratic; his heart was pumping wildly as if he had run a great distance. Sweat beaded his forehead and dripped down the sides of his cheeks. He had to get his breathing under control and make sense of what just happened. Was it a dream or was it some kind of telepathic communication that his wife had sent him? He knew that with the carrying of their child she was starting to have new powers that would frighten her. She never spoke of it to him, but he knew. The way she would answer a question before it could be asked. The way she always knew when Jarin was close. It was uncanny how she could know things, not to mention her healing abilities. They too were growing stronger. If what Meeka had told him was true, then her powers were fast becoming more potent which meant Talyn and Harper would be trying to find a way to use those powers to their own end. 283

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He got up from the bed and went to the window. A cool breeze covered his sweating body. He took in refreshing breaths of air to clear his head and to think. The book was the key after all. He turned and walked back over to the bed. He lit a candle and picked up the book where it lay resting at the foot of the bed. She had told him to look in the book and so he shall. Although he felt it was a waste of time, he would do as she bid him. He would do anything to get her free from Harper; to get her back where she belonged, wrapped within his arms. He started thumbing through the ancient text. Most of the things he read were pure jibberish to him. He had been turning pages for nigh on to an hour now and his patience was starting to run thin. What am I looking for? She said to look deep within my soul. I will find what I need in the book. But where? His thoughts scattered endlessly as he searched page after page until...

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Chapter Thirty-Five The torch flickered as the air circled around him. How many times had he been here and the answer was right before his eyes? Only a fool would reject what was standing before him. Meeka had been right. Rowan had been that fool but not any more. Tonight he would open that door. The door to his destiny and embrace it. He put the torch into the holder next to the large oak door down in the catacombs. He opened the sack that he carried and took out what was needed. How could he have rejected this part of his heritage? The one thing that he could remember had been the ritual his da always did before speaking the words to open the door; the words that he now could remember thanks to Kira's urging. The Ritual of Fire stared at him back in his room. The moment he saw it, he knew. In a flash everything had come pouring back into his memory. It was like a bolt of lightening marking a tree, so bright and vivid the memory was. Whatever the reason had been that his memory had been blocked, once he saw the ritual, it was like opening his eyes for the first time. He was glad that the castle was asleep. He preferred the solitude to an audience as he set about his task. Six white candles divided and put on either side of the door. His shield and his sword lay in the middle, one upon the other. A branch each of laurel and jasmine filled the places between the candles and his weaponry. He took out the tied sage, that he had found mixed with Kira's other herbs and flowers and set it 285

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to the fire in the torch, blowing it softly until it smoked. He knew all these things Kira had gathered for the feast of Mabon. He hoped she would understand his need to use them now. He took the torch and lit the candles and set the torch back into its holder. The sage was smoldering efficiently as he made passes over the small alter he had built, cleansing the area with the sacred smoke. Once that was done he passed the sage over the great oak door, chanting a rhythm as he went. Once that was done, he bid welcome to the five elements: Earth, fire, air, water and spirit. Then he was ready for the incantation. He no longer felt the need to hide what he truly was. He had not even realized that he was hiding his true self. His heritage was full of mystical, magical elements that he had let go of once he had taken over as Dragon Lord after his father's death. For whatever reason that provoked him into doing it, the pressures of war, the death of his parents or the longing to sire his own children, he would never let the pressure of his legacy interfere with his destiny again. No longer would the legacy rule him. He would rule the legacy! He quivered with great anticipation as he drew in a shuddering breath. Steadying himself for what was to come he set the sage bundle aside and slowly raised his arms and started reciting the ancient text of his kin. His voice sounded strange as it carried deep into the silent catacombs. "Through the age of Dragon Lore, through the mists of time, bring to me your battle worn, your heart, your soul, your mind ... bring to me your mighty hand to help me on my 286

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quest, your mighty strength will help me stand, shield to sword, east to west, bring to me your very best!" Rowan took a deep breath taking a step backward. Nothing was happening. What if he forgot part of the incantation? No, that wasn't possible. He now remembered the long grueling lessons his father had bestowed upon him to remember the words. No. He knew he had said it right. He must give it time. Suddenly he felt the floor quiver and then the large oak door opened before his eyes. "Dear Goddess, how could I have doubted you? Please forgive this foolish man for his lack of faith," he breathed. He picked up his weapons and the torch and walked through the opening. There on the other side was some kind of portal. He was enthralled by the swirling mist that lay beyond the door. He took a few more steps toward it and the great oak door closed solidly behind him. So be it, he thought, as he stepped closer to the swirling mist. This was his destiny. He looked all around him but found no other way to go but into the mist. Taking a deep breath, with sword in hand, he stepped through the portal. **** The brilliance was blinding as he raised his arm to shield his eyes. It took Rowan a few moments to adjust to the light that met him on the other side of the mist. He slowly lowered his arm and he looked about him.

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He stood at the edge of a cliff. A bridge of brilliant quartz lay beyond him, sparkling from the light of an illustrious sun that seemed a thousand times more bright than his own. Beyond the bridge was a grassy knoll with a framed structure that reminded him of the bower Kira had planted with climbing vines and roses that set toward the back wall of her garden. She loved to go there in the evenings and smell the many fragrances that she had nurtured. She would take Rowan by the hand and they would sit upon the stone bench she'd had one of the mason's build for her. They would sit there for hours enjoying the summer breeze, relaxing in each others company. He could almost feel her presence next to him. What is this strange place? He wondered, as he shook off the feeling of melancholy that seemed to overwhelm him. He took a step closer to the bridge and took in his surroundings like a warrior on a mission. To the left, off in the distance, he could just make out the hazy crags of the surrounding mountains. He looked to the right and the same landscape met his gaze. Behind him lay a wall of solid quartz that soared high above his head. The mist was swirling its gentle haze in the same spot where he had stepped through. Beneath him, raged a river that cut a wicked path through the valley below. He sheathed his sword and cautiously stepped onto the bridge. He waited but a moment and nothing happened so he proceeded across. Once on the other side he breathed a sigh of relief and headed toward the stone structure upon the knoll. 288

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"Who dares to cross the Bridge of Light to awaken me?" The voice came from within the bower. Rowan stopped where he was, just before the entrance to the thicket. He put his hand upon his sword, ready for whatever confrontation there was to come. "That will do you no good against me, warrior." "Who are you?" Rowan asked, still not convinced to remove his hand from his weapon. "It is you that have trespassed upon my land, so it is I who will ask the questions, warrior. I ask again. Who are you and why have you awakened me?" "I am Rowan of Locks Glen." "What do you seek here, Rowan of Locks Glen?" "I ... I do not know why I am here nor where here is. I have come because my father came here and his father came here and his father's father and so on down the line. It is my destiny to be here. I am in need of help to save my beloved wife from harm and to seek out what is rightfully mine by birth." Rowan answered truthfully as he took a step closer to the entrance. "What makes you think you will find your birthright here, Rowan of Locks Glen?" "I am the last of my kind. I am the last Dragon Lord of Kells to walk upon this world." Silence followed Rowan's words. Now what? He wondered solemnly, tightening the grip upon his sword. He tensed as he heard the rustle of shrubbery move just beyond his vision. Then he saw it, although he wasn't sure if what he was seeing 289

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was a dream or flesh and blood. He backed away from the entrance in awe; his hand held tightly to his sword. "I have waited many years for your return, Dragon Lord. I am called Cragyn." Rowan stared up at what he could only describe as a dragon! Something that he only thought lived within the tales of his ancestors. "Cragyn." Rowan nodded, not sure what he was to do now. "It has been a very long time since I have been summoned. You were but a wee brag when last I saw you." Rowan still could not believe his own eyes. He was staring at a real live dragon. At least he thought it was alive. It looked like flesh and blood, not some figment of his imagination. He must have stood near onto twenty feet tall and more than double that in the length from the top of his head to the tip of his long scaly tail. His skin was an iridescent color with swirls of blue, green and gold all mixed together and shimmering. "I have been here before?" Rowan was asking as he sized up the animal in front of him. "Oh, aye, you have. Your da brought you here when you were but a very wee brag. But then so was I," Cragyn spoke softly as he nestled down upon the ground in front of Rowan. "Explain." "You see, we are of the same mind, you and me. I was born the same day as you. When you were old enough, your da brought you here to meet me. That was when our minds were linked as one. I can remember it as though it were 290

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yesterday." Cragyn explained, trying to relax and let things get into focus for his master. "Why can I not remember? Why did it take so long for me to remember this much and finally open the door?" Rowan was starting to feel agitated. He knew time was getting short and he had to get back for Kira, but he needed some answers and he needed them now. "Our union had been drawn short. We were to meet again on your twenty-fifth birthday. But that was not to be. Your da died before the final connection could be made, as did my father," Cragyn stated, sadness filling his voice as he took a deep breath. "What are you saying?" "We each are one with our lord, from birth until death. When you die I will also die. Our spirits are absorbed by the next Dragon Lord so that our lines will live on forever. So it was with my father. When your da died suddenly, my father also died, although, it was more of an agonizing death for him. I thought that it was you that absorbed his essence, but it must have been someone else." "Who could have been there to absorb the spirit of the dying?" Rowan asked more to himself than to Cragyn. "I do not know, my lord. But it had to have been someone of blood for that process to happen." Harper! Rowan thought with anger. He had been right all along to think it was Harper who had killed his parents. Now he knew for sure. "How is that possible? I only have a half-brother. The only blood we share is our mother's." 291

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"I have heard that in ancient times, if a non-dragon lord gathered enough magic, it was possible for him or her to absorb the energy of the dying." Rowan nodded in understanding. That must have been how Harper had accomplished the deed. The wizard would have been able to extend enough magic to him, just long enough to succeed. "I am sorry for your loss, Cragyn." Rowan told him as he came to stand next to him, laying a hand on the creature's shoulder. "Thank you, my lord." "Where is this place?" Rowan asked as he stepped back from Cragyn and gazed about. "This is called the Isle of Moran. We only exist here to serve the Dragon Lords." "We? You mean there are others here like yourself?" Rowan asked looking around for any signs of others. "Aye, we are not as many in number any more, for people do not believe in dragons like they use to. There are the old ones that have never mingled their souls with a master. They are the ones that care for the hatchlings when they are born." "My mind is having a hard time comprehending what my heart knows to be the truth." Rowan stated as he settled down upon a rock a few feet away from his dragon. His dragon; he was feeling so overwhelmed with all this new knowledge and it gave him yet another reason to hate Harper. If not for him, his da would still be alive and he would have come into this more gradually instead of being thrown into the midst of a swirling mass of flames. 292

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"You said that you thought I had been the one to absorb your parent's essence. But you knew it was not me by the agonizing way your da died. What would have happened if I would have been the one to receive such a gift?" Rowan asked with much interest. Cragyn's answer could explain much where Harper was concerned. "My da would have died a peaceful death if you had been there and accepted the essence from your dying father. You would have then accepted all knowledge of all the Dragon Lords before you in that instant of death." "So the one that received the spirit of the Dragon Lord also received all the knowledge of those before him, even if that person was not meant to become a Dragon Lord?" Rowan asked with astonishment. "Aye, whoever it was that stripped your da of his dragon spirit was already filled with an evil essence. That is why my da died in agony. We must be magically separated from our lord's soul if that person is not of the Dragon Clan and forced to enter their bodies and attach to their souls. When this happens, all previous knowledge is known to the host, but if that host is evil, then all knowledge will work in that way also." "What happens if I kill the person that stole our fathers' essences?" Rowan asked with interest. "Then you will gain all the knowledge that is in the soul of the Dragon Clan." "What of the evil that dwells along side the good?" Rowan had to know what to expect when he cleaved Harper in two. 293

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"I do not know, my lord, for I have no knowledge of this in my memory." So be it. Rowan thought. He would deal with that issue later. "So Cragyn, what do we do now? How do we join as we should have joined? My wife is in danger and I must hurry if I am to save her and our unborn child." "Aye, a new dragon has already been nestled and waiting for its new master. We must become tuned to one another, Rowan, in order to blend our souls as one." "How do we do that?" "With trust." Rowan took in a deep breath and stood up. After all, he was here to learn about his latent powers and to become a true Dragon Lord. May the Goddess protect us both. Rowan thought as he walked closer to Cragyn. "So be it."

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Chapter Thirty-Six "Unhand me, you son of Hades!" "Now, now Aeryn, you are a lady after all," Harper stated from his viewpoint by the door to his dungeon. "Let me go or my father will bring the heavens down upon your head!" "He will do no such thing, for fear of my retaliation against you. So save your vengeful mouth, for they fall on deaf ears." Harper motioned for his men to strap Aeryn down upon the rack that held a special place in one corner of the room. He brought all of his victims here when he was ready to play with them. Aeryn was so beautiful. He wasn't going to mar that beauty, not yet of course, at least not her face. When he drank his fill of her then that would be a different story, but for now he would toy with her and see what new methods of torture he could come up with. Aeryn struggled to free herself from the vise-like grip of her jailers. She had tried to use the power of her lightening bolts, but Harper must have put a counter spell against her for she couldn't summon any of her powers to help her get away from this madman. By the Goddess, why was he doing this? She knew of Harper and his cruel ways, but she never thought to experience his tortures first hand. She prayed to the Goddess that she would give her strength to endure what ever came her way. She hoped she would make her father proud when he found out about her capture. She knew deep in her heart 295

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that he would come for her as soon as he found out, but then, that may be too late. The two men, who held her steadfast, laid her upon a table face down. Her arms were spread to either side and shackled to the table. Her legs were spread apart and shackled as well. She felt a cold blade slide down her backside beneath her garment, then the sound of cloth being torn filled her ears. The next thing she knew, they were holding her face down into the stinking wood of the table, nearly suffocating her with its stench and their strength. A cold iron shackle was placed around her neck and then, where her face had been, there was an opening that suddenly appeared, like a miniature trap door in the wood. Harper circled her as if he were a predator and she his prey. He ran a black gloved hand slowly up her leg, squeezing her buttocks roughly and then heading on up her back. From the way she was positioned on the rack with her arms spread out, her breasts were fair game beneath her body. He ran his hand alongside one. It was firm and pliable, as all young ladies should be, he thought, pinching her nipple, making her jerk and choke on the neck manacle. Tears filled Aeryn's eyes from the pain, but she refused to let them fall. She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her weaken before him. Harper motioned for the rack to be raised just slightly and then he bent down and looked Aeryn in the eyes. "Now, my little lass, you will do my bidding. If you do not do as I say, you will get stroked with this barbed whip. It doesn't cut deep, but just enough so you can feel the pain." 296

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"I will not do anything you say, Harper! You are a pig! I loath and curse you to the hellhounds for what you are doing!" Aeryn gasped as he took a handful of her long black hair and yanked her head up roughly, choking her in the process. "Aye, lass, you will." Harper motioned for his man next to the door and the man immediately left the room. A moment later, he came back with another woman in tow, dragging her to where Harper stood and dropping her at his feet. "Aeryn, this is Mary. She is going to show you exactly what you will be doing. I know virgins are apt to shy away from giving a man pleasure, but as you can see, you can not go anywhere." Harper smoothed Mary's hair away from her face and Aeryn tensed. "That's right Aeryn. Look hard and learn quickly and I will go easy on you. Mary had to learn the hard way, didn't you, Mary?" Harper looked down at the poor creature and she nodded quickly. Aeryn, even in her own dire predicament, felt sorry for the poor soul that sat on the floor at Harper's feet. She looked as though she had been beaten. Her eyes were nearly closed shut from the swelling. Her lips were raw and torn in places and the tops of her breasts were bruised nearly black. She closed her eyes and swallowed hard. Harper nodded at the waiting Mary and she proceeded to do his bidding. She untied his breeches and pulled them down to his knees. His long shirt she pulled up about his waist and knotted the garment so it would stay out of the way. Aeryn 297

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unawares and thrust his shaft into her mouth. Aeryn gagged and then bite down. Harper screeched and yanked back on his now deflating flesh. Without thinking he whipped her severely and used his fist on her face. The last thing Aeryn saw was the wicked bite she had delivered to Harper as blood dripped slowly from his shaft and then everything went black.

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Chapter Thirty-Seven "Rowan, where have you been? I have been looking all over for you!" Angus all but yelled at Rowan when he saw him coming through the door to the main hall. Angus had been searching for him since the wee hours of the morning. He had started to get worried that something had happened to him when he couldn't find him. He'd had a weird dream last night and had wanted to speak to Rowan about it and that had been when he had found him gone. "I'm alright, Angus. What is it about? Is there more news?" Rowan asked as he laid his shield and sword upon the table. He motioned for a serving girl to fetch him some ale and food. The long night had brought with it an appetite. "Nay, no news as of yet that's for sure. I had a strange dream last night and wanted to see what you thought of it. That's how I knew you were missing. Where were you?" "In a place that is beyond belief, my friend." Rowan answered as he sat at the table. The girl brought him ale and a trencher of food consisting of fresh bread, cheese and meat. He dove into it like a man on a mission. He needed nourishment and he needed it now. What he had gone through with Cragyn had drained him nearly of all his strength. But the end result had been well worth it. His mind was still reeling from his joining with Cragyn. But at least now he felt whole and strong as a Dragon Lord should. The only thing missing was Kira by his side for his world to be complete. 300

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"So, tell me about this dream that had you running to my door in the middle of the night?" Rowan asked Angus with a smile on his face, a smile that Angus had not seen in a very long time. Before Angus could speak, the doors to the main hall were pushed open with a mighty shove and a giant of a man appeared within its shadow. He held another man gruffly by the neck as he all but dragged him through the doorway. Rowan and Angus simultaneously stood up and grabbed their weapons and took a step toward the intrusion. Angus stayed Rowan's hand as he suddenly recognized the giant from his dream last night. "What is your business here?" Rowan asked the giant as he and Angus walked closer. "I have brought you your spy, milord, in exchange for your help." "My help? What can I do for you that you can not accomplish by yourself?" Rowan asked in astonishment. The man standing before him was huge. He had to be well over the eight foot mark and as ugly as a toads stool. "You are the one in my dream, last night." Angus stated. Both Rowan and the giant looked at him strangely. "That is what I was about to tell you, Rowan. I dreamt of a beautiful lassie that had hair the color of coal and eyes the color of the sky! I saw this giant at her side and then a horrific battle arose and she was taken away. But you ... I thought you were dead." Angus told the stranger. "Aye, they thought I was dead too or else I would not be here at the moment. What he says is true enough although I 301

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know not how he knows of the battle that took place so many days ago." "Unhand me!" came the voice of the man that still dangled from the stranger's hand. All eyes fell on him and at that moment he knew his folly. The air was so thick you could carve it with a knife. He knew the time of reckoning was here. "You say this is my traitor? I do not recognize him as one of my men." Rowan declared as he nodded for the giant to let him fall to the floor. He did just that. "You would not notice him Rowan for he is the stablemon that took the place of Gustus. Just one day, Gustus was gone and this fellow was in his place. I did not think anything of it, since Gustus was wont to drink too much ale and be gone for days at a time. But since Gustus never showed up, I should have thought more about it. 'Tis my fault all this has happened." Angus told Rowan in anguish. "Nay, 'tis no one's fault but Harper's and I will deal with him very soon." Rowan turned to the giant. "How did you know that this swine was the spy that I sought?" "Talyn, the wizard, put him here." Rowan stiffened. The wizard was behind this. Before Rowan could utter a word, the spy jumped up and ran back out toward the bailey. Before anyone could react, the giant threw his axe and it hit its mark. The man lay dead at the bottom of the steps. His skull cleaved in two. 302

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"My name is Fergus. The girl that the young lad has seen in his dream is my charge. She was taken by Harper's orc army to ensure the wizard's co-operation. She is Talyn's beloved daughter and I need your help to get her away from the Glendaugh before any harm can befall her!" "So you work for the wizard. How do I know I can trust you and that this isn't some farce to throw me off track and send me on a wild goose's errand?" "I will swear fealty to you, my lord, if that is what it takes to ease your mind. I have never sworn fealty to any other man except the wizard and that is because he saved my sorry soul. But I can no longer serve him for his vengeance has cost him his daughter, my lord. My loyalty lies with my charge and I must get her back." Fergus knelt down on one knee in front of Rowan and bowed his head. "I will do what ever it takes to get her back, milord." "I make no promises, for Harper has my wife within his walls as well. She is my main concern. But if the girl is there I will do my best to get her out," Rowan told Fergus honestly. "When do we leave?" Fergus asked as Rowan bide him to rise. "Come. You need food and drink and some wounds tended. We leave soon. Angus, fetch Meeka. Our giant needs healed."

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Chapter Thirty-Eight Aeryn awoke slowly from the darkness that had engulfed her. She did not open her eyes for fear and pain surrounded her and she did not know exactly where she was or if she was alone. She listened intently but heard no sounds other than tiny scurrying feet of the rodents that inhabited the room. She hurt. She never before felt such pain. She tried to open her eyes but she felt they were too swollen to see through. She remembered his fist slamming into her face after she had bit him. A smile tried to spread across her damaged features but her swollen and cracked lips would not permit that simple pleasure. She hoped he would be in pain the rest of his life from her ministrations. Harper was a vile plague that needed to be removed from this plane. She knew men could be cruel. She had seen more than her share of rebuttal as the High King's healer, but Harper was master to his craft. The Glendaugh perfected his evilness and honed it to a fine sharp edge. One day he would suffer and she only hoped she was around to see it happen. Slowly she tried to move and change positions. The guards must have just tossed her into her cell for she was lying on the cold damp floor. Again she tried to open her eyes. They only opened a tiny bit, but enough where she could make out her surroundings. She was right. They had just tossed her into her cell and left her. Every movement was a horrific pain that racked her whole body, but she knew she had to move or lay there and just die. If she stayed on the damp floor too long in her weakened 304

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condition she would catch a chill and that would be that. Without her herbs, she would have no chance to combat the illness that would follow. As it was, she didn't know how extensive her wounds were or how long she had been unconscious. The icy dampness of this reeking dungeon floor seemed to seep deep within her bones. One way or the other she had to get up and move or die where she lay. The minutes ticked by and with each ragged breath she inched her way toward the pallet that she had been using as a bed. Once she reached it, she lay face down with exhaustion, silent tears streaming down her once beautiful face. No more tears, she thought as she rolled onto her back. I must think of a way to get out of this cell. But in the back of her mind, she knew that wasn't possible. She had tried to find a weakness where she could escape. There had been none. She felt herself growing weaker. Her strength waning, her last thoughts were to her father. Father, if you can hear me, know that I love you... Then there was darkness. **** Meeka hobbled into the main hall with her herbs in hand. She eyed the giant who sat stuffing his face and then looked at Rowan. For such a small creature, her glare could stop the largest of men. She couldn't stand more than above the four foot mark and nearly as round as she was tall. Her long white hair draped down her shoulders and back like a mantel. Her elfin features were marred with the age of wrinkles, but her crystal green eyes were clear and always sharp. 305

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Rowan could see the resemblance of her to Kira and it pained his heart to know his beloved had been shunned by this woman all her life. Perhaps, since Meeka had come forward in Kira's time of need, the past could be changed and a happy union could be at last sated. "Ah! I see the Dragon Lord has found his destiny," she stated drawing closer to the giant. Rowan had a strange aura that encircled him. She knew the time was near. Perhaps she could put faith in the man that her granddaughter loved. Perhaps it was time to heal many old wounds. "Our guest needs your ministrations old woman. See that he gets it," Rowan said, ignoring her words. "Why must I heal the enemy? Do you not know who he is?" She asked indignantly. "Aye, I know exactly who he is. Harper has betrayed those who he set against us. Now he is an ally and will be treated as such." Meeka said not another word, but set her bag of remedies upon the table next to the giant. Eyeing him up and down she noted the worse of the wounds and bid him to cease his feeding and let her do her duty. "I warn you witch, my lady is a great healer and I will watch you lest you try to poison my body with your magic." Fergus grunted as he stopped his eating and removed his shirt for her ministration. "I am a healer not a murderer as some that I know! You insult me with your tongue!" Meeka growled as she dug into her bag. 306

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Rowan and Angus stood to the side and watched the two bicker at one another. If this was not a serious moment, they would have thought it comical to watch the display between their two guests. "Is it true then, Rowan? Have you found your destiny at last?" Angus asked with great hope. "Aye, that is where I have been most of the night." Rowan answered with much relief. "I thought you looked different. I am sorry I failed to really notice, but that dream..." "'Tis of no concern now, Angus." Rowan stated, slapping his friend on the shoulder with a smile. "What do we do now, Rowan?" Angus asked as they walked away from the tables. "We will leave tonight for Harper's stronghold. Have we heard from the clan yet? We have three days in order to get things in place before Harper uses his new found power." "What say you, Rowan? What power?" Angus asked puzzled by the remark. "It was Harper that killed my parents, Angus. Unfortunately, Harper absorbed my father's dragon spirit. Now he possesses the will of the Dragon Lords and can use their powers to his evil ways or at least he will once the full moon of Mabon rises." Rowan sighed heavily, leaning against the great oak doors that lead out to the bailey. "Dragon spirit? What are you talking about, Rowan?" "'Tis a long story that's best left for another time, Angus. Just leave it to say, once we get into the castle at Glendaugh, I must be the one to kill Harper. His evilness will not be 307

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spread to anyone ever again. This time I will show no mercy for his black heart" "Aye, the fires have been lit and the men have been trickling in since late last night." "Good." Rowan and Angus turned abruptly as a chair was knocked over and the shouting grew louder. "I suppose we aught to intervene, lest they do each other much damage." Angus stated with a smile, looking toward Fergus and Meeka who were now toe to toe with each other. Suddenly Fergus picked Meeka up and looked her square in the eye. "Och, I think you're right! No matter their differences, we need all the help we can get if we are to stop Harper and his army of misfits." Angus nodded as they headed back to see what the commotion was all about.

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Chapter Thirty-Nine "We're ready Rowan," Angus stated as he left his friend on the top step coming from the great hall. Rowan looked about him. He was filled with pride as he focused on the men gathered in his bailey. There must be over one hundred clansmen and faithful retainers that answered his call to arms. Plus their men and the archers from the forest that Jarin had brought with him. All in all, there had to be over five hundred men ready to follow him into battle this cool, misty night. His blood was churning faster through his veins as he thought of the hours to come. He stepped forward and took a deep breath. "First, I want to thank all of you for your loyal patronage and for answering my summons. As you all know, the Glendaugh has been a thorn in our sides for far too long and it is time to end his reign of terror. When he stole my wife, he stole any chance for reconciliation of any kind! I will give no quarter! The line has been drawn and we are here tonight to step forward and reclaim what has been taken from us! "Come tomorrow, we will conquer the oppression that has smothered our land for too many years! On the morrow we fight for our salvation and our freedom from the tyrannical hands of the Lord of Glendaugh Castle! May the Goddess protect us all as we go tae battle against the evil that creeps along our borders! Victory is ours!" Rowan yelled as he raised his sword toward the heavens. The men gave a mighty roar. Rowan scrambled down the stairs to where Angus awaited him. They clutched forearms in 309

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a sealed pact. No matter what happened once the fighting started, one way or another, it would be victorious and Harper would die. Rowan mounted his steed and led the procession out through his gates. The midnight hour chimed off in the distance as the village crier rang the soft bells from the chapel tower. They would march all night in order to be at the castle by morning. No peace could be had by any until this business was over. Harper had been spreading his lecherous hands into too many villages. It was time he was stopped. By twos they filed out of the bailey on their journey toward their destiny. Each man had his own agenda. Tomorrow all hell would break loose. Hopefully they would not run into any of Harper's men before they could get well ensconced at his fortress. Thoughts of Kira filled Rowan's mind as they plugged along on their journey. Would he die tomorrow without ever seeing her again or would he rain victorious and save her from his brother's wrath? He must think positive, for tomorrow would tell the tale. **** The dawn was just peeking over the horizon although there was no sun to see. The mist had started late last night and held on through this morning. A creepy chill stuck to their bones as they rode on toward their destination; onward through the river Shannon, through the forest of Muir, past the gates of Lockland until they were on the fringes of Glendaugh Castle. 310

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Rowan raised his hand to halt the men. The misty fog was thick as it surrounded them once they emerged from the woods that grew close to the castle. He listened intently. The eerie silence gave a hint of foreboding as he listened for any sound. There was none. It was as though life had ceased to exist in this part of the land. In a way Rowan was glad for the cover of the fog but in another, it would cover their enemies as well. He motioned for his men to find cover and take up their positions. They all had been told of Harper's orc army and their ruthlessness. But orcs did not like to fight in the mist. They preferred to meet their enemies head on in battle with no obstruction. So now it became a waiting game. Soon as the mist melted the battle would begin. Rowan had no doubt that Harper was waiting for them just beyond their sight. He could feel it within him, like a living breathing entity, the knowledge stirred and churned until it could hardly be contained. His dragon's blood was rushing in a rampant succession through his veins, making his heart beat faster and faster. He knew it wouldn't be long now. The mist was starting to burn away as the sun tried parting its heavy cloak. Rowan and Angus took a hand full of men and left the body of his troops in the capable hands of his clansmen and retainers. They were to wait there until Rowan could get inside and open the front gates. In Rowan's memory, there was an escape route that lay hidden at the base of the hill where the castle stood vigil. If 311

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Harper hadn't remembered its existence, then it should be fairly easy to gain access into the castle. It was slow moving at first. The passageway was blocked by years of neglect. Rowan breathed a sigh of relief once he found the entrance. It took a few moments to light a torch because of the heavy mist, but finally that was achieved and they were headed down the long, narrow passageway. Years of neglect to the tunnel made walking hazardous. Rocks and branches, leaves and rat's nests cluttered the floor as they ascended up toward their destination. Soon they came to an iron gate that barred the rest of their way. In silence, Rowan ran his hand through the bars and on the left side beyond, found what he was looking for, the key to open the lock. Hopefully it would not be too rusted to do its duty. Finally, with a little brute strength, the lock obeyed and opened. Rowan pushed on the creaking rusted panel and on they went toward destiny. They knew that time was running short and if they didn't hurry, their men would be detected. The mist had already started disappearing when they had entered the cavern. Soon they came to a crossroad in the tunnel and Rowan stopped to ponder the direction they were to go in. "What is it, Rowan? Why do we stop?" Angus asked in a low voice. "My heart pulls me to the left, but I know we must go to the right. I feel it in my bones that Kira is somewhere here below in the dungeon of the castle and I wish to take her 312

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from this vile place. But I know that, unless Harper is destroyed, we will have no peace." "What do you want to do, my lord?" "The only thing I can do at the moment. Find Harper and cease his reign of terror." Angus nodded as he followed Rowan to the right of the tunnel that led into the castle. Luck was with them as their journey ended next to the guard tower. Soon they would open the gate and start the day with a roar. Rowan bid a silent prayer to the Goddess to protect Kira and their unborn. But before the thought totally left his mind, a shout went up and the battle began. **** The battle raged wildly as a lone figure crept through the tunnels leading under the portico and bailey. Talyn moved with slow even steps, searching each room he came too. Harper's dungeon was larger than he had originally thought. The man was even more sadistic than he had realized as he passed cell after cell of mangled bodies. Some dead, some wishing they were dead. By the Goddess, how could his anger and vengeance have brought such pain into his daughter's life? The one person that he loved more than anything in this world, he had left unprotected against the evilness that men can do. His hatred had fed upon him until it had putrefied within his soul and Aeryn was paying the price for his insanity. Well, it was too late to try and make amends. The deed was done and he hoped that she would forgive him. 313

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He had used the Water Ball of Viewing in order to find her and that had taken much longer than he had anticipated. He knew it was because of his agitation to find her quickly, but he could not bring himself to focus on the matter at hand. He wanted to annihilate Harper and his entire world, but he could not do that until he knew that Aeryn was safe. But first he had to find her. The eerie silence was starting to grate on Talyn's nerves as he stepped deeper into the viper's pit. It wasn't like Harper to keep his guards from their duty unless Harper had decided he needed more protection from his brother than he had originally thought. Talyn knew that Rowan could be a remarkable adversary. He had proved that over these past months from the taunting moves Talyn had bestowed upon them. Yes, he knew Harper would be in trouble once Rowan decided his brother was a terminal threat and once Harper took his wife, there was no stopping the Dragon Lord from reclaiming what was his. A sound down the long narrow corridor caught Talyn's attention. He slowed his pace and steeled himself for battle as he rounded the corner. But there was no one there. He heard the noise again. This time he heard it clearly, a moan coming from the far left cell. He hurried over and checked the door. It was standing ajar. He looked around and found a torch burning in the next corridor so he went and retrieved it. He slowly pushed the door open as he stuck the torch through the portal. "Great Goddess, what have I done!" he breathed raggedly as he rushed over to where Aeryn was shackled to the wall. 314

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Her body hung limply, her breathing shallow. Quickly Talyn snapped his fingers and the shackles opened to release her body from the wall. He caught her as she crumpled toward the cold stone floor. Easily he picked her up and took her to the mat that was probably used for many things. It had dirty linens upon it but it was the best he could do at the moment. Talyn gently brushed her once beautiful dark hair away from her face and tears welled up inside of him at the sight he beheld. It looked as though Harper was carving her up into little pieces. Her once beautiful face was now filled with knife marks that crisscrossed from her temple to her chin. He could not help himself. The tears flowed in a hot rush down his face as he wept for her. He gathered her into his arms and held her tightly against him. How could this have happened? How could he have been so blind to let this happen? He thought with blind rage. She moaned beneath his touch and knew she was still alive. For that he was thankful. But if his bloody hands were any indication of the extent of her wounds, she wouldn't be alive for much longer. There was only one thing he could do. Even as powerful as he was, he knew not how to heal. He removed his cloak and wrapped it around her then gathered Aeryn into his arms and went in search of the other prisoner.

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Chapter Forty "Alone at last." Came a voice from behind Kira. She turned abruptly at the familiar sound. "Stay away from me Griffin! I swear you touch me and I will kill you," she stated as she eased back toward the wall. She could go no further in the small cell. She watched Griffin place the torch he carried into a slot on the wall by the door and then slowly walked toward her. "You will try to do what you must in order to save your pride, witch. But in the long run it will do you no good. Harper has put a spell over this dungeon that will not allow you to use your magic against me. I will have you for mine and there is naught you can do about it," Griffin said as he stalked her, step for step. She was starting to panic now. There was only one way out of this room and that way was blocked by Griffin. He came closer and automatically she raised her hands in defense. "Do you think to frighten me with that ploy?" he chuckled as he came closer. "I swear, you black heart, I will kill you! Do not come any closer." Griffin was so quick to draw his sword and slice it across her stomach that she could barely believe he did it. Quickly she put her hands where the blood was seeping from her body. She had to heal the cut quickly or her babe could be affected. But try as she might, her powers were useless. That's when Griffin attacked her and threw her up against the 316

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wall, holding her hands against the cold stone surface as he used his body to keep her from moving. "My baby! Please! Let me go!" she cried, wriggling beneath his heavy bulk. "'Tis only a flesh wound. You can care for yourself after I have had my fill of you." He grabbed her lips with his and kissed her. She struggled against his onslaught and felt herself weakening because of the blood loss. She had to do something quick or she may still yet lose her baby. She tried to raise her knee where it would do the most damage but he was already prepared for her. "I like it when a woman struggles. Puts fire in my blood. You have been a fire in my blood for a long time witch. You will now quench that fiery thirst." He grabbed both of her hands with one of his large ones and started to roughly fondle her breasts. "I have never had a woman who was heavy with child before. I think I am going to enjoy it." Kira's mind was working quickly on how to counter his attack. All her training by Master Balder came flooding into her memory but alas, she was too pregnant to be able to use any of the moves that he had taught her, not without doing harm to her child. Sadly she had finally found her short coming. She must protect her baby, some way, some how and the moves that she could have used would only jeopardize her little one. Griffin suddenly felt a hand wrap around his neck and he was thrown to the far side of the room. 317

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"You!" Griffin sputtered as he tried to pick himself up off the slick floor. "I told Harper to watch you, that you coveted what was his," Talyn said, as he laid his daughter at Kira's feet. "Out of my way, wizard! I'm not a greedy man. You can have what is left of her when I am through." "I think not! You're time of terror is over Griffin. Leave while you still can." Talyn spoke harshly, watching him with wary eyes. "Be sensible, Talyn. She has to be as good as your daughter was," Griffin knew his mistake the moment the words left his lips. With a roar of anger Talyn reached out and broke Griffin's neck like a twig. His broken body slumped to the floor with a loud thud. Talyn took a deep breath then turned toward Kira who had knelt next to Aeryn. "I am giving you your freedom, Kira, in return for healing my daughter," Talyn said stiffly. "I can not heal her, wizard. Harper has put a spell over the dungeon against the use of magic." Kira replied, feeling sick herself from the wound on her stomach. "Like hell!" He raised his hand and made a twisting movement then looked back at the two women. "I have counteracted his spell for a short time. You must use your powers quickly. I do not know how long the transformation will last. Harper's powers have seemed to grow stronger since the last time I was here." Kira nodded as she watched Talyn go toward the door. He turned back just for a moment and his eyes softened. 318

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"She is your blood, Kira. Take care of her. Your father and I were brothers. My sorrow at his death turned sour in my belly and my hatred grew for your whole clan. I now know I was wrong. Tell her ... tell her that I love her very much." Kira nodded and then he was gone before she could ask him any more questions. She looked down at the girl that lay next to her lap and started the long process of healing, beginning with her. No matter what, her baby came first. Kira's mind swirled with renewed questions that would have to wait. **** The battle raged on with a mighty roar. Angus fought his way to the gates of the castle, managing to get them open for the rest of their men. He turned in time to see Rowan and a few of his men battling up the steps to the great hall, just managing to break through the torrent of ugly orcs that was blocking their way, then he disappeared from sight. "Onward through the bailey and into the keep!" Angus yelled above the drone of clashing swords. They moved as swiftly as possible through the den of heavily armed orcs. They were the ugliest creatures Angus had ever seen, let alone do battle with. He had heard of this mighty army in stories once told to him when he was just a brag, but to actually witness the monstrosity in person was overwhelming to say the least. They stood well over the mark of six foot if an inch. They were heavily armored which made them look twice the size of a mighty oak with a brute force that was nigh onto 319

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unbelievable. They had pig-like faces with actual tusks protruding from their mouth like that of a wild boar. Never in any of his nightmares had he imagined that such creatures actually existed. As he glanced around, he noticed there were more than just orcs engaged in the fighting. There were also many trolls and ogres that were mixed into the fray. Things that should be only legends, appearing to confront the living, he thought wildly as he cut and mangled his way up toward the great hall. He only hoped this nightmare would end soon. It was unnatural for these things to be in the same space as humans. Angus kept fighting his way toward the great hall where he had seen Rowan disappear inside of a few moments earlier. Och, he thought, Rowan had a death wish, as headstrong as the man was. He should have waited for back up before finding Harper and confronting him. By the time Angus made his way up the steep stairs and into the great hall, Rowan was nowhere to be seen. Then he spied Rowan and Harper on the stairs that led up to the tower. He fought his way through the great hall and followed them.

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withdrew his blade, letting Talyn's blood drip crimson upon the floor. Without warning, Harper screeched the name of Silence and a great shadow appeared above and around him. Rowan had knelt beside Talyn to see if there was anything he could do. There was nothing left to do. Angus came into the room at that very moment and ran to where Rowan was kneeling. "Take care of him, Angus. He is done for." "Rowan, look out!" Rowan turned just in time to see the fiery shadow that surrounded Harper, raise high above him. "Cragyn! Now!" Rowan roared, holding his sword in both hands before him. It was Harper's turn to go pale as the fiery iridescent glow of Rowan's own dragon spirit rose up around him. He was twice the size of Harper's, breathing his fiery strength against the dark shadow of his own dragon spirit. "No! This can not be! There was no way!" Harper sputtered. With his attention gathered upon the massive dragon's spirit, Rowan lunged in for the kill. The scream of agony that was let loose within the walls of Castle Glendaugh would forever be remembered. Harper slumped over onto the floor, his sightless eyes seeing nothing but the great blackness where his soul was bound to wander. The deed was done. Harper was dead. Then there was a mighty thunder over head. Lightening struck within the walls of the room. The great stones began to quiver. Then the dragon spirit of his father drew close. 322

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"You have made your father proud and avenged his death. Now we may rest in peace and your powers will double. Use them wisely Dragon Lord for you are the healer of our people." Then Rowan felt the mighty power of the spirit enter his body, filling his soul with such power and knowledge the likes he had never seen. When the contact was over, Rowan sank to his knees. The joining had left him weak, but complete. "Rowan!" Kira yelled as she rushed into the room to her husband's side. Rowan threw his arms around her and held her close to his heart. She was alive and well. His prayers had been answered. He took her face into his hands and kissed her with so much force that he was afraid he might hurt her. "The babe?" "We are fine, my love. We are fine." Kira spoke brokenly, so happy was she that the ordeal was finally over. "Father!" Came a shriek from the doorway. Aeryn ran into the room, pushing Angus out of her way. "Aeryn, I am so sorry..." "Hush father, I am here. I will heal you!" "No, my time is over. There is much you do not know. There is much you must learn and I..." "Shush, father. It will be alright." Talyn was growing weaker. He knew he had only moments before he drew his last breath. He must try to make things right. He took Aeryn's hand and Angus's hand and held them together. 323

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"With my last breath I tie your souls as one. I leave you in the hands of this man. Forever you are bound." "Father no! He is your murderer! I saw him kneeling over your body with a bloody sword! Father! Father?" But Talyn could not hear her. His soul had left his body. Aeryn cried as she held her father's lifeless body. Angus touched her on the arm and she jerked it back as if his touch was fire. "Aeryn." "Do not speak my name, murderer! I am bound by my father's last words, but hear me well! We are enemies! Do not seek me out!" With those words barely spoken, she laid her hand a top her father and vanished into thin air. For a moment everyone in the room was stunned at what had just occurred. Angus felt a hand upon his shoulder and turned to see who it was. Fergus helped him to his feet. "She will come around, my lord. That is just her way when she hurts." Fergus stated calmly. "If you ever have need of me, my lord, you know where to find me." With that said, Fergus turned to leave. "Fergus," Angus called to the big man. He turned toward him. "I did not kill her father." "I know." With that, he turned and left. Angus looked at Rowan who still held Kira within the folds of his arms and nodded as he too left the room. This day was done. The hardship of war could now be put behind them and the healing of his land and people could begin. 324

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"Rowan, I was so afraid for you." Kira said quietly as she pressed herself against his massive chest. "I feared for you and our babe as well. Did he hurt you?" Rowan asked as he looked into her eyes. "Nay. We are fine, my lord as you can see." She had decided not to tell him about the near close call that Griffin had tried with her. If not for Talyn, well, she would not think on that. All had ended well. Rowan had found his powers and defeated the great plague that had sickened their world. They would be all right now. Things were as they should be. "Come, my love. Let us leave this place and return to our hearth. I have been without you in my arms for too long." "You will never be without me again, my little angel. My love for you will surround and protect you until I draw my last breath and beyond." Rowan bent down and tenderly kissed her lips and held her to him. Once again his heart was full. The acceptance of the dragon's spirit filled him with such power that he thought he would grow giddy with his new found knowledge and he knew his soul had sung for its mate for there could never be anyone else for him but Kira.

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From the mists of time they came, The Council of Twelve waxed and waned Neither here nor there their mass could be Bringing forth more destruction soon to see One war won by a dragon's breath Another war coming to be put to the test Will they stay or will they go One by one they are put to the show A dragon, a healer, two shape shifters true The coming quest Beckons to you

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Coming Soon... Ancestors Of Fire Out of the flames of ancient dust came the embodiment of those who had walked before us. Giant pillars of flaming bodies heralded the coming of a new age, bespoke the commanding aura of heroic authority by which they were called upon. The Circle of Twelve stepped out one by one from the portal of mist and into the sizzling circle of stones that had stood vigil for longer than their memories could recall. Their chants started low; with each step they walked the perimeter of the stone circles until the last of them entered this world, with voices raised in rhythmic chant, the Circle of Twelve was complete. They stood with arms stretched heavenward, their voices carried strong the words that would keep them safely within this realm. They must not tarry with their mission, for if they failed their existence would be no more and life in this world would shrivel and die, black as the evil that had entered it. Their fury was felt by every mortal that could feel shivers of something odd run down along their spines. They felt the raging winds gust to the heavens in a swirling mass of friction and angry whispers bellowed upon the wind with the earth moving in violent disarray, marking their arrival from beyond knowledge. Two mortals slept. Two mortals were chosen. **** 327

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"What is it mistress?" "I am not sure, Fergus," Aeryn remarked, shivers crawling up and down her spine, as if little needles pricked along her skin. She stood at the window in the high tower that she used for her sanctuary from the rest of the world. Every where she looked, she could still see her father's work, untouched and still as it was, though he has been gone for nearly a year. She took a deep breath, looked back out the window and wrapped her arms around herself securely. She missed her father so much. The agony of his death was still with her, but at least the pain could be pushed away and life could finally resume. Within this past year she had dealt with more than a young lady should have at any time in her life, but dealt with the evil of men she had done. Chills crawled over her pale smooth skin and she rubbed her arms trying to ease the shivers that followed. At least the nightmares had finally subsided and she could sleep more peacefully through out the night. With everything she knew of healing, she could not make a potion to relieve herself of the horrible memories that still plagued her just below the surface of her will. Each day she suppressed them a little more. Each day she gained more control. She watched the sun as it lowered in the west. How many times had she come here for solace? How many times had she screamed and cried and swore revenge? Too many to count. Now as time passed slowly by she realized, as her heart healed along with her body, that revenge was not within her. The one true person that she wished she could take her 328

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anger out on was already dead, so what was the use of spending so much time and energy wreaking havoc upon a dead man? It was a useless waste of time and precious energy; she was growing stronger in spite of her chaotic weakness. If the Dragon Lord had not killed his brother Harper, she would have dealt him a very slow agonizing death. One that he truly did deserve. But Rowan of Locks Glen had dealt the fatal blow wreaking his own vengeance upon his sibling and taking the pleasure of her revenge out of her hands. "My lady?" Aeryn turned abruptly, the voice brought her out of her memories. Memories that should stay hidden well beneath the surface. "Yes Fergus?" she answered him. Before he could answer, she turned back to the window so swiftly that Fergus thought she had lost her balance and was going to topple down to her death. He went to grab her but stayed his hand when he saw her holding either side of the window with her palms flat upon the surface of the wall, her breathing became labored as she stared out into the growing darkness. "There it is again," she whispered almost to herself. "What do you see, my lady?" Fergus asked anxiously. When he had watched her hands curling and uncurling into fists, he had started to worry about her, especially when she had that glazed look in her deep-blue almond shaped eyes. Though she had recovered physically from her ordeal nearly a year ago, he was not so sure her mind had healed as well. 329

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Sometimes hurt that causes the mind and heart to bear unripe fruit takes longer to recover, he mused silently, watching her stanch, closely at the window. He had learned a long time ago to trust her instincts without fail; that had not changed, no matter the pain she carried within her. "I see nothing, but I can hear them. They are calling to me." "Who is calling you mistress?" "I ... I'm not sure. It's more a feeling. It overwhelms me and tickles the back of my mind. By the Goddess, I wish I could understand what is happening. I hope soon the answer will come to me." Aeryn turned from the window and took a deep breath. "What did you need Fergus?" she asked, as she stepped away from the window and back to the table that held her herbs and pots. "Stalkers have been spotted rummaging through the forest, my lady Aeryn. Should we start building a defense against them?" "So they hear the calling too," she said thoughtfully ... "No. Leave them be. No defense is necessary unless you see them leave the forest floor. Post the guards heavier at night for the time being. Until we know what is a foot we can not know how to deal with it." "Yes, my lady." Fergus turned and left her alone once again. Why had the stalkers risen again? Aeryn wondered, as she turned toward the window once more. If she didn't know better, she would swear Harper and his evil ways had 330

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returned to the realm of the living. Taking the necessary steps that placed her within eyesight of the forest, she studied the area intently. The sun was nearly down and she could barely make out shadows that moved restlessly between the trees. Stalkers were half dead creatures that roamed in the night. Usually they did not pose a problem as they fed upon the carrion they found in the woods, but if something had awakened the stalkers, that did not bode well for her people or the surrounding villages that dotted the landscape along the forest of Muir and the river Shannon.

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A word about the author... I love to write and always have. It makes my heart soar. I live with my husband of 35 years and my three faithful companions, two cockers and one pit bull. We live in a small town in California and love to walk when ever we get the chance and love to ride our motorcycle. I have two grown children with spouses and six beautiful grandchildren, four girls and two boys that are all the apple of our eyes. Visit Brenda at www.brendaweaver.com Contact Brenda at [email protected]

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