Dragons of Asgard 3 by Logan Jacobs (first ebook reader txt) 📗

I could tell he was more on edge than he had been. We needed to get him to his mother so he could hatch. I wasn’t sure how much longer he could live in his shell, but he was too scared to come out of it without her.

“Where does it show?” I asked.

“It’s on the other end of Alfheim from where we took out the dealers yesterday,” Kas explained. “I don’t think we’ve been over there yet.”

“Oh, no, we haven’t.” Asta shook her head as she looked at the map. “That is the part of my realm where the wealthy elves live.”

“It doesn’t show anywhere near dragon valley?” I asked, and my brow furrowed with concern.

“No.” Kas shook her head.

“Damnit,” I breathed.

“Oh, right.” The strawberry-blonde looked at the egg in my hands and bit her lip. “You don’t think the egg came from this place on the map, do you?”

“I don’t think so.” I pursed my lips. “But I can’t say for sure.”

“I’m guessing the little guy inside can’t exactly tell you, either,” Kas sighed.

“Not exactly.” I shook my head. “I can tune in to his feelings and some of his memories, but since he was inside the egg, I don’t get much visually to help us out.”

“Shite,” Eira breathed. “What do we do now?”

“I was hoping the map would give us some insight into where his mother might be, but if it’s showing us a part of the realm we’ve never been to, then I don’t even know where to begin looking,” I said.

“Wait, Rath, why don’t you try to see through the eyes of the mother?” Kas asked.

“Will that work?” Eira asked, and her red eyebrows pinched together.

“It’s worth a try.” I nodded.

“How will you find her?” Asta asked, and her yellow eyes regarded me with concern.

“I’m not sure.” I shook my head again. “But I have to try something. We need to get this little dragon home.”

“I wonder why he isn’t dormant like the rest of the eggs the council found.” Kas pursed her lips as she looked at the egg in my hands.

“I’m assuming it’s because he was so close to hatching,” I explained. “He’s conscious in there, which makes this all the worse.”

“The poor thing.” Asta frowned. “I just want to hug him and make it better. He must be so scared.”

“He’s frightened,” I agreed. “Less so now than he was when Preyna first brought him here, but he still is refusing to come out until he has his mother.”

“I can’t blame him,” Eira said. “He’s probably traumatized from being ripped away from her just before he was about to come out of his shell.”

“We’ve got to get him home,” I said. “I’ll do my best to try and find his mother.”

“How can we help?” Kas asked, and she took a step forward and lifted her chin slightly.

“Hm.” I thought for a moment. “It might work better if I sit down and am able to relax.”

“Of course.” Asta nodded. “I’ll set up some pillows on the floor so it’s nice and soft.”

“Thank you,” I told the elf girl.

“What about the egg?” Eira asked. “Do you need one of us to hold it?”

“I think I’d like to hold it,” I said. “That way I can feel the baby’s energy. It might help me to connect with the mother more easily.”

“Good point.” The redhead nodded.

“It’s all ready for you here,” Asta said a few moments later, and I looked over to see the elf girl had piled some pillows on the floor in front of the fireplace.

“Great.” I smiled and walked over to take a seat.

I held the egg in my lap and closed my eyes, and the room went quiet as I focused on the feelings of the small creature in my hands.

The fire warmed my body, and I felt myself relax further into the pillows beneath me.

A sigh slipped through my lips, and then everything seemed to fade to blackness as my consciousness moved from my body into the realm of dragons.

I opened my eyes, and I was no longer myself. The body I was in glided through the trees quickly and swished back and forth as if it were trying to lose someone on its tail.

For a second, I thought the dragon was in trouble, but then joyous emotions overtook me, and I was hit from the side.

A playful squeal sounded as the other dragon and I tumbled around, and I realized we were the same size. The dragon I was in wasn’t large enough to be an adult based on the size of the trees nearby, but it wasn’t freshly hatched either.

I was a young dragon, playing with my friends near the valley.

The sun was sinking low, and the day was cast in a beautiful golden glow while we tumbled in the grass and playfully scratched and bit at one another.

A loud and sudden roar sounded, and the other dragon and I immediately perked up. I knew instinctively that it was my mother calling me home for the night.

I glanced at the purple dragon I’d just been playing with, and he and I flapped our wings and took off toward home.

I blinked, and suddenly I could see through the eyes of another dragon. This time, I was an adult.

I soared through the air over the valley, and though I couldn’t see my own body, I knew I was massive. The shadow below me was huge and stretched from the setting of the sun, but it wasn’t the size of the silhouette that made me think I was of incredible size, it was the feeling of the dragon I was in.

I was most definitely a male, and there was something incredibly regal and protective about the personality of the