Rise of the Dragons. Morgan Rice

and into the countryside. Aidan, a small, thin, sensitive boy, barely ten, looked extra vulnerable sandwiched between his two brothers, overgrown brutes of seventeen and eighteen. They all had similar features and coloring, with their strong jaws, proud chins, dark brown eyes, and wavy brown hair – though Brandon and Braxton wore theirs cropped short, while Aidan’s still fell, unruly, past his eyes. They all looked alike – and none like her, with her light blonde hair and light gray eyes. Dressed in her woven tights, woolen tunic, and cloak, Kyra was tall and thin, too pale, she was told, with a broad forehead and a small nose, blessed with striking features that had led more than one man to look twice. Especially now that she was turning fifteen, she noticed the looks increasing.

      It made her uncomfortable. She did not like calling attention to herself, and she did not view herself as beautiful. She cared nothing for looks – only for training, for valor, for honor. She would rather have resembled her father, as her brothers did, the man she admired and loved more than anyone in the world, than have her dainty features. She always checked the mirror for something of himself in her eyes, yet no matter how hard she looked, she could not find it.

      “I said, get off of me!” Aidan shouted, his voice carrying all the way up here.

      At her baby brother’s call of distress, a boy who Kyra loved more than anyone in the world, she stood ramrod straight, like a lion watching its cub. Leo, too, stiffened, the hair rising on his back. With their mother long gone, Kyra felt obliged to watch over Aidan, to make up for the mother he never had.

      Brandon and Braxton dragged him roughly down the road, away from the fort, on the lone country road toward the distant wood, and she saw them trying to get him to wield a spear, one too big for him. Aidan had become a too-easy target for them to pick on; Brandon and Braxton were bullies. They were strong and somewhat brave, but they had more bravado than real skills, and they always seemed to get into trouble they could not quite get out of themselves. It was maddening.

      Kyra realized what was happening: Brandon and Braxton were dragging Aidan with them on one of their hunts. She spotted the sacks of wine in their hands and knew they’d been drinking, and she fumed. It was not enough that they were going to kill some senseless animal, but now they were dragging their younger brother along with them, despite his protests.

      Kyra’s instincts kicked in and she leapt into action, running downhill to confront them, Leo running by her side.

      “You’re old enough now,” Brandon said to Aidan.

      “It’s past time you became a man,” Braxton said.

      Bounding down the grass hills she knew by heart, it did not take Kyra long to catch up to them. She ran out onto the road and stopped before them, blocking their path, breathing hard, Leo beside her, and her brothers all stopped short, looking back, stunned.

      Aidan’s face, she could see, fell in relief.

      “Are you lost?” Braxton mocked.

      “You’re blocking our way,” Brandon said. “Go back to your arrows and your sticks.”

      The two of them laughed derisively, but she frowned, undeterred, as Leo, beside her, snarled.

      “Get that beast away from us,” Braxton said, trying to sound brave but fear apparent in his voice as he tightened his grip on his spear.

      “And where do you think you’re taking Aidan?” she asked, dead serious, looking back at them without flinching.

      They paused, their faces slowly hardening.

      “We’re taking him wherever we please,” Brandon said.

      “He’s going on a hunt to learn to become a man,” Braxton said, emphasizing that last word as a dig to her.

      But she would not give in.

      “He’s too young,” she replied firmly.

      Brandon scowled.

      “Says who?” he asked.

      “Says me.”

      “And are you his mother?” Braxton asked.

      Kyra flushed, filled with anger, wishing their mother was here now more than ever.

      “As much as you are his father,” she replied.

      They all stood there in the tense silence, and Kyra looked to Aidan, who looked back with scared eyes.

      “Aidan,” she asked him, “is this something you wish to do?”

      Aidan looked down at the ground, ashamed. He stood there, silent, avoiding her glance, and Kyra knew he was afraid to speak out, to provoke the disapproval of his older brothers.

      “Well, there you have it,” Brandon said. “He doesn’t object.”

      Kyra stood there, burning with frustration, wanting Aidan to speak up but unable to force him.

      “It is unwise for you to bring him on your hunt,” she said. “A storm brews. It will be dark soon. The wood is filled with danger. If you want to teach him to hunt, take him when he’s older, on another day.”

      They scowled back, annoyed.

      “And what do you know of hunting?” Braxton asked. “What have you hunted beside those trees of yours?”

      “Any of them bite you lately?” Brandon added.

      They both laughed, and Kyra burned, debating what to do. Without Aidan speaking up, there wasn’t much she could do.

      “You worry too much, sister,” Brandon finally said. “Nothing will happen to Aidan on our watch. We want to toughen him up a bit – not kill him. Do you really imagine you’re the only one who cares for him?”

      “Besides, Father is watching,” Braxton said. “Do you want to disappoint him?”

      Kyra immediately looked up over their shoulders, and high up, in the tower, she spotted her father standing at the arched, open-aired window, watching. She felt supreme disappointment in him for not stopping this.

      They tried to brush past, but Kyra stood there, doggedly blocking their way. They looked as if they might shove her, but Leo stepped between them, snarling, and they thought better of it.

      “Aidan, it’s not too late,” she said to him. “You don’t have to do this. Do you wish to return to the fort with me?”

      She examined him and could see his eyes tearing, but she could also see his torment. A long silence passed, with nothing to break it up but the howling wind and the quickening snow.

      Finally, he squirmed.

      “I want to hunt,” he muttered half-heartedly.

      Her brothers suddenly brushed past her, bumping her shoulder, dragging Aidan, and as they hurried down the road, Kyra turned and watched, a sickening feeling in her stomach.

      She turned back to the fort and looked up at the tower, but her father was already gone.

      Kyra watched as her three brothers faded from view, into the brewing storm, toward the Wood of Thorns, and she felt a pit in her stomach. She thought of snatching Aidan and bringing him back – but she did not want to shame him.

      She knew she should let it go – but she could not. Something within her would not allow her to. She sensed danger, especially on the eve of the Winter Moon. She did not trust her elder brothers; they would not harm Aidan, she knew, but they were reckless, and too rough. Worst of all, they were overconfident in their skills. It was a bad combination.

      Kyra could stand it no longer. If her father wouldn’t act, then she would. She was old enough now – she did not need to answer to anyone but herself.

      Kyra burst into a jog, running down the lone country path, Leo by her side, and heading right for the Wood of Thorns.

      Chapter Two

      Kyra entered the gloomy Wood of Thorns, just west of the fort, a forest so thick one could barely see through it. As she walked through it slowly with Leo, snow and ice crunching beneath their feet, she looked up. She was dwarfed by the thorn trees that seemed