Morgan had resigned herself to death. She had been ready to follow her true love into the afterlife, if only a certain Dragon hadn’t “rescued” her. She wasn’t grateful – after all, she was a full-fledged Lady Knight and perfectly capable of making her own decisions, without the help of arrogant Dragon Lords, no matter how good-looking everyone seemed to think they were…
After dragging Lady Morgan from a Troll’s lair and dropping her off in another realm, Vallen thought he’d never see her again. But then an old member of his Knight Order betrays her oaths and begins amassing an army of thugs and highwaymen - in the same realm he’d left Morgan.
Racing back with only his brother for a squire, Vallen finds Lady Morgan, accompanied by a teenage Werewolf, ready to take on this Dragon all by herself. But it will take all of them to defeat her, and little do they know that in this battle, the secrets of their broken hearts will rise up from the past and walk again…
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EXCERPT
The journey was
pleasant and uneventful. It was enough to almost make me forget that I was on a
mission to slay a Dragon and avenge my fallen love. “What are you going to do
after you slay Avery?” Heather interrupted my thoughts.
“I don’t really
know, to be honest with you. I was going to track down the Dragons that rescued
me, and I still may, but I’m not sure how many more Dragons I really want to
face in my lifetime.” I sat perplexed. For the first time in months I felt like
I almost had my life back, and in many ways it was thanks to Sir Vallen and his
brother. Though my blood still boiled when I thought about how they had dumped
me in another realm.
“Do you think
you will keep fighting, or settle down?” She was full of questions this
morning.
“I have been
waging war for most of my teenage and adult life now. I’m not entirely sure I
want to do that anymore, but I’m not really good at anything else.” What other
work was there to do? I wasn’t a farmer. Fae or not, I had a black thumb that
made anything that wasn’t a weed shrivel and die within days. I couldn’t see
myself crafting as an artisan did, or even building. I shook my head. “I really
don’t know,” I said again, but this time more for my own benefit than hers.
She sat in
quiet contemplation of my words. When she finally spoke again it was with a new
perspective of the world. “I don’t know what I want to do with my life when
this ‘adventure’ is over. It makes me feel a little better that you don’t know
either. I thought something was wrong with me for not knowing.”
“I don’t think
not knowing makes you lost. I think not caring does. Whatever I do when this is
over, I will still help others. I’ve never heard anyone regret their life when
they lived it showing kindness and helping others” As long as I am helping people, I know I will find joy in what I do,
I thought to myself.
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