“Yes,” Jade agreed. “In this, we have little choice. Though I would rather return to my homeland and forget this struggle. If left unchecked, Talon will consume the world.” She frowned and took a sip from her mug before looking at me again. “Remember, though. You do not struggle alone. Meditation has been known to help with nightmares. Perhaps you should join Mist and the others for morning devotions, since you are up this early, anyway.”
“Mist is doing meditations?” I asked, smiling as I pictured the aloof Basilisk sitting cross-legged on a pillow, breathing deep. “I wouldn’t have expected that of her.”
“Indeed.” Jade smiled back. “She learns quickly and is quite the devoted student. I believe her own words were, ‘If I am going to continue to be around Cobalt, I need all the patience I can get.’”
I laughed. “I can see that. Well, maybe I’ll join you sometime.”
“Whenever you feel ready,” Jade said, sipping her tea. “I think it would be a great boon to you, as well as your fellow rogues. You know they see you as the leader of this resistance, just as much as Cobalt.”
I blinked. “Really?”
“Mmm.” Jade put down her mug, regarding me seriously over the table. “It was you who put out the call to fight,” she said. “Who led them into battle to aid St. George. You are at the head of every charge, every assault on Talon. They see your willingness to fight, to not run away or surrender, and it gives them courage. Cobalt might be the brains of the resistance, but you are its heart. And you will be the one who will change things in the end.”
I swallowed hard. “I hope so,” I whispered. I hoped we could change things, for everyone. I didn’t just want to survive anymore. I wanted dragons to be able to live without fear of Talon or the Order of St. George. I wanted this stupid war to end, but I was afraid of what we’d have to do to make that happen. And who I was going to lose before it was over.
Jade gazed into her mug as if she could see the future floating in the leaves. “I think,” she said slowly, quietly, “that, one way or another, we are reaching the end of this struggle. Whether it is a good or bad thing is undecided, but one thing is certain. The final battle is approaching. I only hope we are ready.”
My stomach twisted in on itself, and I took a breath to calm it down. “I’m going to check on Autumn and the others,” I muttered, stepping away from the kitchen. The four pregnant dragons who couldn’t Shift now resided in the barn, which was off-limits to everyone but the various leaders of the underground: Riley, Garret, Jade and myself. And for the past two days, one of the Juveniles named Autumn had been acting strange, lying in her stall and refusing to eat. I had a feeling I knew what was wrong, but I hoped she wasn’t getting sick.
Jade only nodded, returning to her tea, and I slipped out of the farmhouse into the predawn darkness.
The barn glowed softly in the distance as I walked across the yard, with the moon and stars glimmering overhead, unfiltered by streetlamps and city haze. A breeze ruffled my hair, smelling of dust and leaves, and a few yellow fireflies winked lazily in the pasture. It was always quiet out here; no traffic, sirens, crowds or blaring horns. No sounds except the crickets and the buzz of cicadas in the trees. I wanted to call it peaceful, but I was afraid of how suddenly that could change. How quickly this serene farm could erupt in an explosion of fire, bullets, screaming and death. I could blink, and everyone I knew would be gone.
A lump caught in my throat, and I jogged the rest of the way to the barn, pushing back the door as quietly as I could.
Garret knelt in the straw at the entrance to the last stall, speaking quietly to someone I couldn’t see. He glanced up as the door opened, a faint smile crossing his face as I stood there in shock. Before I could say anything, he put a finger to his lips and rose, holding out a hand. Bewildered, I closed the door and padded across the dirt to join him. The rest of the barn was quiet, the other three dragonells curled up in the straw, sleeping soundly. The air was filled with the sound of dragons breathing and the faint smell of sulfur.
“What’s going on?” I asked softly, putting my palm in his. He smiled and drew me close, nodding to the back of the stall.
“See for yourself.”
I gazed into the shadows. Autumn lay at the rear of the stall, curled up in the hay with her tail around herself and her wings pressed close. A single white oval lay in the curve of her body, shining faintly under the lamps.
I gasped, and felt Garret’s smile behind me. “When did this happen?” I asked, keeping my voice low so I wouldn’t disturb the sleeping dragons or the new mother before me. Autumn watched me from the straw, protective but not alarmed, her breaths slow and deep.
“About twenty minutes ago, according to Autumn,” Garret replied. “I was just about to go find you and Riley, but I wanted to make sure she had everything she needed.”
I squeezed his hand, then smiled at the dragon curled around the egg. “Congratulations,” I told her. “Are you okay? Do you want anything?”
The orange dragonell with the yellow stripes down her back shook her head. “Thank you,” she murmured, and her voice was slightly choked. “I’m okay, it’s just…” She blinked rapidly and raised her head, gazing at the egg lying beside her. “This is my second,” she admitted. “My first… I wasn’t even allowed to see it. As soon as it was laid, Director Vance’s men came and took it away. I didn’t want them to, but we were told that dragons who resisted or tried to fight back were severely punished.” Her eyes darkened, as if reliving that moment in time. “ After it was gone, I was horribly depressed for over a month,” she continued. “I remember asking a couple of the older dragons if it ever got easier, and they said no, it really didn’t. You learned to harden your heart, to suppress all the instincts telling you to fight, to not grow attached to the egg growing inside you, because you were just going to lose it in the end.”
She lowered her head back to the straw, a small, peaceful smile crossing her face. “I’m so thankful to be out of there.” She sighed. “To know I might actually see my egg hatch, and watch my baby grow up, free of Talon. It makes everything we’re doing worth it.” Her gaze shifted to us, golden and serene, as I swallowed the lump in my throat and blinked back tears. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Both of you. I’m so grateful for everyone who rescued us. Cobalt, Mist, even the soldiers of St. George. Without them, I wouldn’t be here now. Even if we die and Talon wins, I’m glad I got to experience this moment.”
I don’t think I could have said anything without breaking down, but a second later, the barn door slid back with a thump, and a new voice ruptured the peaceful quiet.
“Firebrand? St. George? You in here?”
“Shh!” I hissed at Riley, who furrowed his brow as he stepped inside, but closed the door quietly behind him.
“You two going to tell me what’s going on?” he asked, though his voice was softer as he approached, and he moved almost soundlessly through the straw. “What you’re doing, out here all alone? Some might think you… Oh.”
Whatever he was about to accuse us of faded away as he reached the front of the stall. For a moment, he stared at the dragonell curled protectively around the egg. Then he blew out a short breath that turned into a genuine smile.
“Autumn,” he said as the dragonell met his gaze calmly. “I didn’t realize your time was so close.” He glanced at the egg, as if making certain it was really there, that he really saw it, before turning back to the mother. “Are you all right? Do you need anything?”
“No,” Autumn replied, shaking her head. “Like I told Ember and Garret, I’m fine. I have everything I need right now.”
Riley nodded. “I’ll post a guard outside the door,” he said. “If you want something, no matter how small or insignificant, just tell him. I’ll make certain he reports to me or someone in charge right away.”
“Thank you, Cobalt.” The dragonell smiled and let her eyes drift shut. “Right now, it’s enough to know my egg will be safe. That I can go to sleep knowing it will still be here when I wake up.”