Rise of the Dragons. Morgan Rice

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      Kyra suddenly heard a voice cry out, one as familiar to her as her own, coming from the direction of the gatehouse, and she turned, immediately on alert. There was a commotion in the crowd, and she watched as through the bustle, spilling out of the throng and out onto the main road, there emerged her younger brother, Aidan, led by her two older brothers, Brandon and Braxton. Kyra tensed, on guard. She could tell from the sound of distress in her baby brother’s voice that their older brothers were up to no good.

      Kyra’s eyes narrowed as she watched her older brothers, feeling a familiar anger rise up within her and unconsciously tightening her grip on her bow. There came Aidan, marched between them, each taller by a foot, each grabbing his arm and dragging him unwillingly away from the fort 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 СКАЧАТЬ