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  Contents

  Torian Continent

  Suzerain Continent

  Dragon Aster Trilogy

  Copyright

  Book One

  Texts of Daath

  Earth, 6 months ago

  Aster, 6 months ago

  1: Vanir

  2: Beached

  3: Gravy Boat

  4: Dreaming Flowers

  5: Cats and Thread

  6: To Hunt a Deathmare

  7: Calm Before the Storm

  8: Field Rush

  9: Prisoned

  10: Saved

  11: Holding On

  12: Bonded Pleas

  13: Windy Stars

  14: Lovely

  15: Scalding Fairy Tales

  16: Dancing Flowers

  17: Slave

  18: Dreaming for Two

  19: Fiery Disposition

  20: Chasing Mastery

  21: Library

  22: Reciting Texts

  23: Woven Death

  24: Loki's Castle

  25: Woods Stalker

  26: Unmasked Flirt

  27: Love's Connections

  28: Hide and Squeak

  29: Lashings

  30: Yri Unravelled

  31: A Dragon's Hain

  32: Freeze

  33: Stars of Promises

  34: Gift of Flowers

  35: Mer City

  36: Rescue

  37: Thrown Back

  38: Breathless

  39: Out of Bounds

  40: Rift of Regret

  41: Falling Death

  Book Two

  Texts of Gei

  Earth, 3 months ago

  1: Aster, present

  2: Damek

  3: Docks

  4: I Want You Here With Me

  5: Level of Hell

  6: Unicorn

  7: Sylvan Tower

  8: Destiny Masked

  9: Emotions

  10: Jasper

  11: Gatekeepers

  12: Shrine

  13: Fields of Death

  14: Sentry

  15: Council

  16: Stormline

  17: Pigeon

  18: Purpose

  19: Bedtime Story

  20: Painting Roses

  21: Hunted

  22: Tangled

  23: Whipped

  24: Nafury

  25: Dressings

  26: Fog

  27: Glass Dragons

  28: Tenu

  29: Flesh and Petals

  30: Atrum Lord

  31: Curses

  32: Refusal

  33: Alexia

  34: Regrets

  35: Gargoyles

  36: Nephena

  37: Cat's Cradle

  38: Sacrifices

  39: Tides of the Moon

  40: Falling Roses

  41: Phoenix Rising

  42: Nova of Death

  43: Sing for Me

  44: Fire Tail

  45: Blue Light

  46: Sword

  Book Three

  Texts of Tenu

  1: Castles

  2: Gods of War

  3: Wrong Coat

  4: Missing Weapon

  5: Quills

  6: Sleep Stalker

  7: Ownership

  8: Funeral

  9: Repressed Memories

  10: Snow Serpents

  11: Dragged for a Cause

  12: Atrum of the Past

  13: Tempest

  14: Beautiful in Death

  15: Ice and Fire

  16: Breakdown

  17: Mersael

  18: Toria

  19: Ghost in the Machine

  20: Stormless

  21: Fall of the Falls

  22: Embrace

  23: Last Wishes

  24: Height of Warning

  25: Fallen Feathers

  26: Reflections

  27: Winds of the Past

  28: Purgatory

  29: Shiver

  30: Wraiths in the Park

  31: Cold Nightmares

  32: Kenshe and Prisca

  33: Toy Trains

  34: Memory and a Farewell

  35: Train of Pain

  36: Assembly Required

  37: Unforgotten Friendships

  38: Eclipse

  39: Never Be Lost Again

  40: Lament

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  Dragon Aster Trilogy

  Copyright 2012 by S.J. Wist

  Cover Art: Copyright 2012 by S.J. Wist

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced without prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  Published by Infinity Dreamt

  Author’s website: www.sjwist.com

  ISBN: 978-0-9877197-7-5

  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters and events portrayed are either fictitious or used fictionally. Any resemblance to any person, past or present, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  BOOK ONE

  Between Heaven and Hell there are Fay.

  Those in darkness have seen into the future.

  Those blessed by the light would shine it on the past.

  They see all destinies within the Threads that they touch.

  There is a Heaven for each of us,

  but I will not find mine here.

  –Texts of Daath

  EARTH, 6 MONTHS AGO

  ‘I want you here with me.’

  “Where are you? Why can’t I see you?”

  ‘Because you are on Earth.’

  “And you?”

  ‘Aster.’

  “So just what are you?”

  The slow beating of his heart grew a steady louder, until it was loud enough to cause her whole body to tremble. It took only moments for it to drown out all other sounds in her ears.

  Her heart slowed in turn as Sybl watched the street from the ledge she lay on. It seemed as if the creature speaking to her were powerful enough to stop all Time, as the cars twenty-five stories below stopped.

  Then like all her strange dreams, this one was gone on awakening.

  The sun came up and touched the rooftop of the highrise as the sounds of the world faded back in. It promised the light of a new day, but Sybl knew there was no light for her future. If she chose to stand up and go back, there would be nothing but an even longer fall waiting for her.

  She continued to watch the street, as her brown waves fluttered like torn strips of a sail against the wind. Time was normal again. If she didn’t have a shot at a miracle, she might have tried to see if Fate could be stopped twice. But it was that miracle of a heartbeat who stopped her grief from taking her over the edge.

  Again.

  The fact that they had not fixed the lock to the roof was proof to what was truly going on. For now she knew that her mother hadn’t thrown her into foster care for being crazy; but because Sybl was no longer loved.

  ‘Stop it!’

  She sat up and rested her legs on the side of the ledge and took hold of the trinket the creature had left behind after saving her. The golden fairy was listening to her thoughts, and somehow, sending them to the voice in her head. Now it was refusing to let her talk herself down. He was real…wherever he was. She held the proof right in her hands. For if she had at any point wanted to buy something so beautiful in her unawareness, she would have had to mug someone first.

  The dark brown claws that had caught her could have easily torn her to pieces if it wanted, but didn’t. Maybe, it even felt sorry for her.

  Or maybe, the fairy in her hand led to a world of heartbeats sim
ilar to his.

  A world of dragons.

  She waved the gold before her face, trying to pierce it deep enough with her eyes to open a path to such a place. Nothing happened.

  When the door to the rooftop opened by her worker’s hand and voice in follow, it was clear that there was only one set Fate before her now.

  One without her say in it.

  ASTER, 6 MONTHS AGO

  The pluma charged down the hall for Cirrus and Nafury. The giant brown cat carried its razor-sharp feathers at its sides like fans of colorful knives.

  Cirrus grabbed his Prince by the back of his gold-plated armor and pulled him against the stone wall as the berserk creature raced past. The Regal having missed, let out an angry snarl as it stretched its wings and turned around to try again.

  He didn’t let Nafury go just yet, as the Prince waited trustingly for his judgement on this one. Cirrus used the aeri in the air around them to cloak them from sight, by bending the light of it within to match the color of the brown corridor wall. With the right amount of concentration, Cirrus alone had a talent that served to make them invisible.

  The winged cats had made it to the center of their home now; crazed and disorientated enough to lose memory of their inborn senses. This one didn’t so much as bother to sniff them out, before giving up and leaving to continue its war stomp through the Dragon Caverns.

  Cirrus quietly let go of Nafury and hastily walked after it. Somning into his dragon form that held his invisibility as he did, he caught up and lifted himself onto his hind legs. Then he took aim with the precision and balance of a snake to strike the cat’s curiosity.

  As his white mist solidified behind the Regal, the pluma turned around too late to see the white claws come directly for its face with a piercing grip. Cirrus then brought down the full force of his hand, crushing the skull of the cat against the floor of the mountain corridor. It died instantly from the force. Moments later, a stream of blood from the Regal’s Fate retreated through its mouth and ears, streaking its heavy brown mane red. The blood joined the aeri-infused water on the walls, before spreading upwards against the slow-falling water to the ceiling. After a minute, the whole hallway glowed red.

  “Insanity has made them faster, but not smarter,” Nafury said as he pulled his wavy brown hair behind his ear, where it settled over his shoulder. The corpse of the brown cat that lay at his feet was twice his height in his human-appearance. “Did my father pay them a personal visit as of late or something?”

  “Not that I’m aware of. Aragmoth must think we’re getting soft to be letting these vermin in.” Cirrus stepped back, and the form of his Ancient phased out of the hallway. It passed harmlessly through Nafury.

  Loki appeared in his pale green dragon form from around the corner. “Let me guess; you remembered how to be pretty again, only to forget at the first sight of blood?”

  Ignoring the comment, Cirrus asked, “How many are left?”

  “We have them on the run, no worries.”

  “I’m not as concerned with these plumas as much as I am with what has made them lose their minds. Regals are guards—not front-line attackers.” Cirrus looked at Nafury then, as his Prince still didn’t somn into his dragon form. Instead, he stood silent, as he let his psi drift off in search of all that was going on. “Can you see anything?”

  “It looks like we have them under control. I also found my father. He’s still back at Toria and just found out about this attack now.” Nafury opened his sapphire blue eyes as his psi returned to him from his castle that also housed the Soph Aur.

  Cirrus led the way to the wind tunnels, not taking any chances, especially with Simera still several hours off. He unsomned into his human-appearance and entered the wide section of the Caverns as his long, blond hair settled against his back. As his Ancient released the last essence of his soul and vanished, his light blue eyes lost their otherworldly glow.

  He peered at the dozen of High Guard of various colors standing ready to take on the next wave. Many of them hadn’t so much as bothered to suit up their Sylvan bodies in armor. They were either awakened too fast into action or were not overly concerned by the plumas’ attack.

  Never had he so much as heard of the winds that protected their underground entrances stopping like this. Without Aragmoth’s harsh breath that only a dragon could navigate safely through, the plumas could easily walk in if they wanted. But the dragons had proven to be not-top of the fear-chain today; second only to insanity.

  “Should we try and cut them off from outside?” Lintrance, his older, dark-green scaled cousin suggested.

  Cirrus closed his eyes and listened to the Threads, before Nafury shuddered on seeing what vibrated through them first. He caught the Prince’s arms and looked into his psi.

  Then the sound of a loud crack reached their ears and pulled him right out again, followed by the panicked cries of the daorans and young behind the protection of the Fay Wall.

  Where they had just left.

  The dragons unsomned and ran back down the halls, only to be met by a swarm of smaller plumas that had found another way into their mountain. Their dragon forms were unable to all cram into the hallway to deal with them. They were forced to fight by steel and unsomned. The screams continued to cry out for help from behind their enemy in a deafening grip of terror on their psis.

  Then another crack sounded through the Caverns, stopping many of the blood-covered dragoons in their tracks in shock.

  Cirrus shouted the attention of those he could reach back into the fight, before they could be killed by the overwhelming number of plumas. The final crack froze him in fear. It was followed by the sound of giant stone-slabs of death colliding against the ground in life-taking shatters. The pieces of the Great Dragon’s wing-bone continued to fall on all those who tried to get through the plumas and out of the Halls of Aragmoth in time.

  Then all was swept quiet with a cloud of white dust.

  The plumas that weren’t killed had seemingly recovered their senses. They agilely avoided the enraged strikes of those who followed their escape. Most of the dragoons were still in a state of repent on their knees before the rubble, that had been turned into a burial tomb for their loved ones.

  Only a few broken cries of psi remained on the other side.

  Cirrus found himself able to move again, and immediately began calling out for Nafury. The dragoons scrambled together to get to the few survivors out in time over the bodies of cats, rock and their felled soldiers.

  Nafury’s psi came back to his own as safe, and Cirrus began to look for those of his own family. Lintrance. Loki… He pushed through the commotion and took up his younger cousin’s side, helping to dig out the debris closest to where Loki had heard his mother last. The younger dragoon was crying too hard to see his choices of stones. “Get away, now. Move!” Cirrus hauled the frailer dragoon away from the rubble. Then he used his aeri to pull the wind on the other side of the rocks towards him. The weaker spots revealed themselves by the smell of his lavender reaching through, and the dragoons quickly targeted them.

  When they were through, the devastation on the other side twisted the hearts of the dragoons enough to turn their stomachs on them. Many of the daorans and young were crushed. Those who had tried to fight in their dragon forms now lay dead either by claws or fallen stone in their Sylvan forms. The spirits of their Ancients hovered around their bodies in the hope that their hosts might still be saved. In all his life, he had never witnessed death on such an overwhelming, silent song.

  Loki found his mother, but it was too late. Both her and her unborn child had been buried at the back of the former Hall. She could have only been one of the last to flee.

  The light-green haired dragoon collapsed in a heap of tears over her, letting them drip to where the blood of his mother’s memories and unborn sister lay underneath the ruins.

  The Great Dragon had ruled on their Fates with this punishment, today.

  For now they were truly alone, and godless.


  1: VANIR

  “Master Kas, you know I would give anything for this conflict to be over, but getting you killed is not included in this,” Jru said as he stopped before the start of the courtyard that led to the main gates of the Atrum. His long, black dreads fell away from his old, red eyes as he looked up at the castle that towered over them. The estus-infused purple light that rose from within it hit the sky as a beam, before spreading across most of the Suzerain Continent through the atmosphere.

  Jru’s deep wrinkles fell further into his dark skin, as the Armsman tried to remember back to a time when things were much different. When the towering black stones of the Atrum didn’t make it the center pillar for Vanir’s warfare. When it was a place of hungry growls from a united populace trying to fend off starvation and the cold. Now it felt as if the somnus the Atrum Lord ruled over had traded their simpler sufferings for the price of all the decency left in the souls.

  Overhead the damp, heavy light continued to drown out anything that might allow the memories of such a time to resurface. “Your father wants the Sanctus to burn, not be a part of his Empire.”

  “No, today it is something else,” Kas replied as he came to a stop and his escort of Custos behind them did the same. His mentor’s melancholy thoughts were all heard and felt in his own psi.