Loving Two Dragons (Awakening Cycle Part 4) (BBW Dragon Shifter Paranormal Romance) by James D Horton Page A
Authors: James D Horton
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looking for. I cast about for an answer, the right one, but I don't have it.
"I'm only beginning to scratch the surface," I say at last figuring honesty is best.
Her smile rewards me. "A wise answer. As women, we do not have the ability of our men to assume dragon form but that does not mean we are untouched by our lineage. Our lines, yes even yours, trace their roots back to the first shifters created by the Ancients. Genetically we are the same. They created us so that dragon-kind could walk among the humans.
The Ancients could create an illusion of being human but not truly assume a human form. They wanted a way to interact with the Children of Seth. Their prophets foresaw that the coming Age would belong to humanity. If they did not withdraw and hide their presence then humans could never achieve their full potential. They would be overshadowed by the magic and longer lives of dragons.
Rather than leave humanity on its own, dragons joined with them. The Ancients bred with human women, establishing the shifter line."
"I had ... no idea ..."
She smiles. "No one talks about it. It is a matter for Queens. Truth is not for the faint of heart or most often for men either."
I laugh and she does too.
"Thank you for sharing this with me."
"Ah but we have not yet discussed the role of a Queen. You see the Ancients quickly found that only their male offspring had the ability to shift into a dragon form. A smaller scale of the Ancients themselves. They studied and worked to find out why the female offspring did not.
At last they discovered that the human shell could not fully contain the might and power of a dragon. Their passion, their emotions, their power and prowess was too much for the frailty of a human body. So their nature split when it was introduced into a human.
The male offspring gained their ability to shift forms, their passion and their physical prowess. The females though, we gained their ability to love, to understand, and to do magic."
"I have no magic."
"Don't you? Are you sure of this? Or perhaps you do not understand your power yet?"
I thought about it. Reflecting back on my life I couldn't see where anything magical had ever happened. Remy did lots of magic. I'd seen Marathe doing magic. But nothing like that has ever happened to me.
"I'm pretty sure," I answer.
She places her hand on top of mine. "Have you not wanted something to happen and somehow it works out no matter the odds against it?"
"Well yeah sometimes but-"
"But nothing. That is the budding of your magic. A Queen envisions the future. Then by her will she creates that future. A Queen is the Heart of the Dragon Clan. Her King is its protection, its Mind. The Queen, she is the heart and love. It falls to us to keep our men grounded. To remind them of why they do all they do, that it is for our people who are in our hearts at all times. It falls to us to care for and to love our entire Clan and then to guide our men to what is best for them."
I lean back in my chair exhaling. My chest feels constricted and the acid in my stomach begins working overtime. The scope is almost more than I can comprehend but there's truth in her words.
"So, the Heart?" I ask.
"Ever so," she says.
I nod taking all this in. "I have to return my King to his throne. That is the future I envision. That is all that matters for now."
The Black Queen smiles and I see approval in her eyes. Does she know about my fate? I push thoughts of that aside. I have only weeks to live if my fate remains unchanged and before that happens I have to return Archer to the throne. Not for him alone, but for my people. I cannot leave them to Marathe.
"I have been trying to free Remy for you," she says.
"Any luck?" I lean forward hope blossoming.
"Unfortunately no," she says. "But I have an idea. I did not want to act on it until I spoke with you."
That doesn't sound good. "Okay?"
"We need Queen Dao of the Silver Clan."
My heart races as she says the name. I can't trust any
"I'm only beginning to scratch the surface," I say at last figuring honesty is best.
Her smile rewards me. "A wise answer. As women, we do not have the ability of our men to assume dragon form but that does not mean we are untouched by our lineage. Our lines, yes even yours, trace their roots back to the first shifters created by the Ancients. Genetically we are the same. They created us so that dragon-kind could walk among the humans.
The Ancients could create an illusion of being human but not truly assume a human form. They wanted a way to interact with the Children of Seth. Their prophets foresaw that the coming Age would belong to humanity. If they did not withdraw and hide their presence then humans could never achieve their full potential. They would be overshadowed by the magic and longer lives of dragons.
Rather than leave humanity on its own, dragons joined with them. The Ancients bred with human women, establishing the shifter line."
"I had ... no idea ..."
She smiles. "No one talks about it. It is a matter for Queens. Truth is not for the faint of heart or most often for men either."
I laugh and she does too.
"Thank you for sharing this with me."
"Ah but we have not yet discussed the role of a Queen. You see the Ancients quickly found that only their male offspring had the ability to shift into a dragon form. A smaller scale of the Ancients themselves. They studied and worked to find out why the female offspring did not.
At last they discovered that the human shell could not fully contain the might and power of a dragon. Their passion, their emotions, their power and prowess was too much for the frailty of a human body. So their nature split when it was introduced into a human.
The male offspring gained their ability to shift forms, their passion and their physical prowess. The females though, we gained their ability to love, to understand, and to do magic."
"I have no magic."
"Don't you? Are you sure of this? Or perhaps you do not understand your power yet?"
I thought about it. Reflecting back on my life I couldn't see where anything magical had ever happened. Remy did lots of magic. I'd seen Marathe doing magic. But nothing like that has ever happened to me.
"I'm pretty sure," I answer.
She places her hand on top of mine. "Have you not wanted something to happen and somehow it works out no matter the odds against it?"
"Well yeah sometimes but-"
"But nothing. That is the budding of your magic. A Queen envisions the future. Then by her will she creates that future. A Queen is the Heart of the Dragon Clan. Her King is its protection, its Mind. The Queen, she is the heart and love. It falls to us to keep our men grounded. To remind them of why they do all they do, that it is for our people who are in our hearts at all times. It falls to us to care for and to love our entire Clan and then to guide our men to what is best for them."
I lean back in my chair exhaling. My chest feels constricted and the acid in my stomach begins working overtime. The scope is almost more than I can comprehend but there's truth in her words.
"So, the Heart?" I ask.
"Ever so," she says.
I nod taking all this in. "I have to return my King to his throne. That is the future I envision. That is all that matters for now."
The Black Queen smiles and I see approval in her eyes. Does she know about my fate? I push thoughts of that aside. I have only weeks to live if my fate remains unchanged and before that happens I have to return Archer to the throne. Not for him alone, but for my people. I cannot leave them to Marathe.
"I have been trying to free Remy for you," she says.
"Any luck?" I lean forward hope blossoming.
"Unfortunately no," she says. "But I have an idea. I did not want to act on it until I spoke with you."
That doesn't sound good. "Okay?"
"We need Queen Dao of the Silver Clan."
My heart races as she says the name. I can't trust any
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