I am Dragon (Dragon Fires Rising Book 2) by Marc Secchia (famous ebook reader TXT) 📕

similarities in detail … he shook his muzzle slowly, reassured when Aria fluttered down beside them, a sole patch of cobalt amongst the enormous throng.

Sirensong’s gaze captivated him. The shape, quality of inner fire and pattern changes of her eyes, which were as unique as Human fingerprints were said to be, were like looking at himself. Even Thundersong’s gaze had that mesmeric, familiar quality about it.

His dam held him jealously against her side, as if daring any Dragon in the world to tear him away once more. Her mate, Everdeep, also positioned himself alongside, smiling until he proclaimed that his jaw ached. Dragon noticed that the larger, older Dragons did not come ashore, or at least, lay toward the edge of the restless surf. They seemed able to breathe just as well on land as in the ocean, although none flew aloft. Why was that? Sheer size?

He stepped forward to greet Aria and Azania; the Dragoness genuflected respectfully, spreading her wings before settling them upon her back in a peaceable gesture. Azania alighted too, her dark eyes gleaming with delight as she took in the mighty throng, especially those who stood closest to him.

Switching to Draconian, Dragon said, This is my promised, Ariamyrielle Seaspray of the Isles Dragons, and my companion and friend, Princess Azania of T’nagru. She is my Dragon Rider.

As Wavewhisperer had Yarimda for her honoured Human friend? Everdeep rumbled, stealing the wind and about fifty billion problematic explanations from Dragon’s sails in one brief sentence. Theirs was a legendary friendship, the first wave of understanding between our kind and yours, Princess Azania.

He stumbled slightly over the unfamiliar name.

Does she understand us? Sirensong asked.

Azania bowed fluidly. My heart soars to meet you at last, my Dragon’s precious family. I cannot contain my joy. I do speak Draconian, honoured Sirensong, but not Dragoceanic, apart from … your name.

She smiled as the Dragons made rippling bugles of astonishment and bade her demonstrate, of course. She sang, ≈Sirensong!≈

≈Excellent!≈ the Sea Dragons agreed.

The Princess said, This Dragon is a creature of mighty deeds, Sirensong. I owe him my life, and together, we defended my kingdom from a terrible invasion.

What Azania isn’t telling you, honoured dam, is that she was the crucial factor in my discovering my white fires just a few months back. I used to be a brown Dragon, believe it or not. Murmurs of astonishment! I thought I was of the Tamarine Mountains Dragons. Then, when we discovered my fires, I shed the scales of old colour and became as you see now, white and brown-gold. I – I have been called Blitz in the past, but I was rejected from my Dragon Clan, because –

We will have you here! Everdeep roared. You are ours! You are Song!

Sirensong caressed her mate fondly with a wingtip as Everdeep’s outrage caused him to spit white fire.

Aye, his dam was seventy feet in length, and his sire-by-bond, easily over a hundred. Double his own measure! He towered above in a way that made him feel like a hatchling all over again. Aria looked like a beautiful toy beside him, and Azania … hope no Sea Dragon stepped upon her by accident, especially Thundersong!

His dam said quietly, They called you Blitz the Devastator, and kept your heritage hidden from you all these years?

Aye. He hung his head.

She voiced a grieving note that stilled all conversation around them.

Coming up beside him, Azania laid a hand upon his neck. Sirensong, who are Dragon’s kin here?

We are many! she fluted, her voice lilting with wonder. Let me see. There’s Thundersong, our Elder – indeed, he is the oldest and biggest of all Sea Dragons. He is your great-grandsire, my son, a titan of the oceans who has enjoyed one hundred and forty-two cycles beneath the suns. My sire and dam are here, Echosong and Starsong. Here are Descantsong and Farsong, your surviving grandsire and granddam respectively. You have two brothers in Lightsong and Eversong, and three sisters in Echosong, Farsong and Ripplesong.

Everdeep nudged him fondly. You’ll remember all those waves first time around, right?

Eh … I’ll try?

He could not feel his paws. Sisters? Brothers? Relatives covering the beach?

Too much!

His befuddlement must have communicated all too clearly, for Sirensong spent a few minutes chatting to Aria and Azania before returning to him with eager joy. Her wings spread over him with great longing; they nuzzled for the umpteenth time, breathing in the wonder of being together at last.

Next, his sisters and brothers gathered about him, jostling and teasing one another good-naturedly to squash their long-lost brother as flat as a Human welcome mat.

Somehow among the jolly huddle, Sirensong whispered into his left ear, There is something which must be done without delay. He’s itching to tell you.

He – who?

This Dragon was still trying to find his paws, and struggling to decide that he was not dreaming. Aye, he had just discovered what it was to be the little brother. Siblings!

In our clan, my precious son, there’s a tradition of naming eggs according to respected clan names drawn from our history, his dam told him. We call this custom ‘Naming the Wave.’ Before the Devastators stole you, your egg was named. Would you like to know who you are among us?

It’s … alright to have two names?

Many Dragons around him chuckled in appreciation.

This will be your name in Dragoceanic, Sirensong said. Friends and family, draw close!

≈FAMILY!!≈

Dragon nearly jumped out of his skin at the mighty roar that rolled over the beach. Thundersong stood in what for him were shallows, waters over thirty feet deep above the reef. His immense stature made every Sea Dragon around him seem tiny. Although he was over two hundred feet in wingspan and a towering fifty feet tall at the shoulder, his flame-white eyes crinkled inside with patterns of