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  Dragon Tender

  Book Three in the Fae Unbound Series

  Jill Nojack

  Indieheart Press

  KENT, OHIO

  Copyright © 2014 by Jill Nojack.

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  Cover designed by Peter Dahl-Collins.

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  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

  Dragon Tender / Jill Nojack. -- 1st ed.

  ISBN: 978-0-9911234-4-5 | 11022014 v1

  CHAPTER ONE

  My Own Face Inside The Trees

  Avenall leaned back against the trunk of the tree, his natural grace helping him balance easily on the wide branch. He'd received a new flash drive full of music from his human friend Danton today, and he closed his eyes, leaning his head back to relax as he pressed earbuds into his ears. Danton called this new music "prog rock". Human music was so different from the slow, passionless chanting of the elves. Every time Danton gave him more, the different feel of each new style swept him away.

  Minutes into the second song, he startled from his trance when the branches of the tree reached out to twine around him. His mouth opened in a gasp, but a branch snaked around his head, gagging him so that he couldn't make a sound. As the tree's rough arms continued to twist and grow, eventually enclosing his body completely, he wondered if he'd somehow offended the spirits of the trees. Would his life end here as he slowly starved to death in a wooden cage?

  Then, in the gaps between the twigs and leaves that covered his face, he caught a glimpse of something that frightened him more than thoughts of slow starvation: his father came stamping through the forest toward the tree where he was hiding. He glanced overhead from time to time as he walked and then passed beyond the tree where Avenall was hidden. He heard the footsteps continue farther into the woods and held his breath until he was sure his father was gone.

  Shortly after the rustling sound of footfalls faded, the branches began to loosen, treating him gently now. He looked around for the maker of his cocoon. On the large branch slightly above him, Oriane's head separated from the trunk of the tree. Bark transformed to flesh as she returned to her ambulatory shape. He turned away when a bare shoulder materialized and he realized she would not be dressed when she appeared.

  After a few moments, he heard her soft voice. "I'm sorry, but I didn't have time to warn you. You can turn now. I'm robed."

  Avenall turned back to her, smiling. She was as beautiful as always in a blue gown to set off the icy blue of her eyes. "My thanks to you. For a time, I thought I'd offended the dryads. I'm glad it was only you."

  "It is best to keep in mind what could happen if you did offend us." She was smiling. He knew she loved to tease him. But to her, he was just a boy. No matter how much of his heart he held out to her, there was no hope she'd notice him in the way he wished. Even to his own people, he was a child. The elves would not consider him anything else until he'd attained an age of at least thirty years, and he had lived only seventeen. Oriane, who had been full grown in the time before the shadow realm, could not possibly view him as a man. Yet still, he hoped, and he sometimes convinced himself for a while that she shared his feelings.

  "Do you want to hear the song? It's so free..."

  "No, I do not want to hear! If your father discovers you sneaking away to listen to human music and watch those moving paintings on your machine, he would gladly swing the sword at your beheading. How can you be so foolish? You were nearly discovered."

  Avenall shrugged. "Maybe it would be better for everyone if he did find out. He's made it clear I will always be a disappointment to him. I had no control over the nature of the magic I was born with! At least I can tend the dragons with it. I might have had so little magic that I could only tend the cows, the pigs, and the chickens, and be valued by my people only slightly more than humans are."

  "There is nothing wrong with the magic you have. Your gift to share the mind of the creatures around us is a blessing. If the elves weren't so arrogant, they would hold you in esteem for your gift—to ride in the minds of dragons—how can they not see the beauty in that?"

  Avenall dropped the stick he'd been using to tap out a beat against his hand and watched it fall to the forest floor. "It's hard to believe in my value when everyone but you says I have so little. But even so, I love tending the dragons. I love sharing their minds. I wouldn't have a warrior's magic even if it was possible." He aggressively shoved a loose strand of long black hair back from where it crept over one green eye. "I would live among the humans if I could. With them, I could be whatever I want to be."

  "Yes. As long as that did not include being an elf. Not all of the humans are accepting of fae."

  "No, but I could go to the Queen. Look..." Avenall queued up one of the videos Danton had brought him and held it out to Oriane so she could watch. "Do you see? The Queen wants us all to live together as friends. Like Danton and I are friends, like your sister Euphemia is friends with the Queen and her mother."

  "Yes, but she is not the same queen who led us in the shadow realm. Morgan is gone. While I support this young queen, she has not united the fae as Morgan did. Your people show her little respect. I think because she associates herself with the Abomination."

  "She says this Thomas isn't Faolan since she removed his memories. She is the queen—I will believe her."

  "Avie, I think you only like her because she is human. I fear you long to be human as well."

  Another elf would have struck her brutally at the suggestion. Avenall only turned his face to the ground and shook his head sadly. Then he returned his gaze to hers and sighed. "No. I just want to be me. And me? I like human music. And I like humans, even though I am elf."

  CHAPTER TWO

  The Magic Store

  Thomas ground the seeds fine, then measured the resulting powder carefully into small plastic pouches. Focused on his task, he didn't hear Tanji sneak up behind him and didn't feel her magic there, either. He startled a little when her arms slipped around his waist and she whispered in his ear, "If you don't start paying attention when someone comes into the shop, I'm going to have to let you go...from the job, I mean. I'm not feelin' like letting you go physically right at the moment." She stood on her tiptoes and punctuated her sentence with a playful kiss on the back of his neck. "But I also don't want shoplifters making off with all of the goods because you're not paying attention."

  Thomas looked up and saw that a customer had come into the shop while he was working, just as she'd said. He had no idea how long the teen had been there, and she certainly looked like she was looking for something to steal: she was hyper-alert, and he could feel the mild crackle of pixie magic coursing through her system. Definitely a duster. But his mind had been on other things. Important things. Not foolish things like whether or not some kid made off with a pocketful of crystals.
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br />   He didn't respond to Tanji's teasing. "I was woolgathering. Sorry." He began carefully labeling and pricing the packets. She stepped away from him and walked to his side, where she turned and, in a swift and graceful movement, hopped up to sit on the wooden counter.

  "I'd say you aren't any fun anymore, but that would assume that you were bunches of fun at some other point. And since we both know that's not true, is there a reason why you're being even more serious than usual?"

  He didn't look at her, instead splitting his focus between the packets and the duster girl as she moved around the shop. It wasn't time for Tanji to know yet, but he was sure she'd approve when he told her. He shook his head. "No, nothing different than usual. I just didn't hear her come in."

  The girl looked over her shoulder and saw him looking directly at her as she lingered around the smaller items that would easily disappear into a pocket. She reconsidered when she saw his expression and made it easier on him by leaving. The bell on the door chimed softly as she exited.

  "Look, Tom, if there's something we should talk about..."

  "It isn't about us. It's not about you. I have other things I think about. I'm grateful to you and your father for letting me work in the shop, but you know I don't have a talent for retail. I have other plans, and sometimes I get caught up thinking about them."

  "Such as?"

  "I told you I have something I'm working on." He smiled. "You'll be well chuffed when I can finally tell you about it, and you'll fancy me even more then."

  Tanji fluttered long lashes above huge brown eyes. "Really? And what makes you think I fancy you now?"

  She leaned forward, moving closer across the countertop, and he knew she hoped to collect a kiss. He often found her predictable. But she was beautiful, intelligent, and she was elvin half-fae. He picked up the tray he'd just filled and started to the storeroom. "Sorry, guv. No time for games. The boss is a real slave driver."

  He heard her sigh dramatically as he flicked the light switch in the storeroom and started rearranging a shelf to make room.

  ***

  Thomas walked Tanji to her car that night with the snow falling lightly around them. Although he held her hand the whole time to show he could be attentive, he found it impossible to keep his mind on what she talked about. She had too many silly concerns.

  Why would he care if dusting was a problem in her insignificant city? It was a waste of energy to worry about human children who used pixie dust to get high. He would soon be able to take her to one of the forest compounds in Europe where they could live among the elves and be a part of something so much greater than they were among the humans. All he had to do was keep his part of the deal, and he would be welcomed as the elves had promised. And why wouldn't he keep it gladly? He wanted the fae to have real power in the world again as much as the elves did.

  He gave her a peck goodnight as she pulled him into her by the open flaps of his coat. He could tell she wanted to linger by the way she slipped her hands inside the flaps to warm them against his body. Being close to her like this made him want a longer goodbye, too. But he had to go: he felt the vague stir of a wisp's magic somewhere down the street—maybe by the pond on the edge of the park? He had to go before it moved on. There were fewer wisps to be found in the city every day. Soon, there would be none.

  He hurried down the street after pulling away, following the signal set for him by the wisp's magic. The sense of it got stronger as he got closer, and his eagerness grew. His body tensed, anticipating the ritual.

  The wisp hung like mist above the deep water in the center of the small pond. It was dark. No one would see. Thomas removed his clothes down to his shorts, folding them neatly and arranging them carefully in a tidy pile on the snow-dusted ground. Then he walked silently into the freezing water. If he had not been focused on his reward, his teeth would have chattered alarmingly. He was nearly chest deep by the time he was close enough to the wisp to influence it.

  He opened his hands toward the wisp, his palms out and glowing now in pale blue. The wisp moved closer, then closer still. Thomas's palms blazed suddenly with bright magic as he closed his eyes, focused, and the wisp spread across his arms and chest before it melted into his body, leaving him breathing heavily and glowing with inner warmth in the sudden blackness.

  Thomas smiled.

  ***

  When Tanji opened the front door, she stepped back involuntarily: both of her parents were standing there waiting on her. Neither of them spoke. And what was la madre doing here? She wasn't due back from New York until next weekend.

  After a moment of them all silently staring at each other, still standing in the doorway, Tanji said, "So...Mom...Dad...what's up?"

  Her mother went first. "We want to talk to you, Toonkins. It's important. But we don't know how to start."

  Tanji looked at her father, whose expression was uncharacteristically serious. She said, "So. Maybe I could come in and sit down, then?"

  Her parents looked at each other and smiled sad smiles, then they started toward the living room. Her father sat on one end of the couch. Her mother took the other. That didn't look right to her. She took the big chair across the coffee table from them so she could get to the door fast if bullets started flying.

  Once she was seated, her mother spoke up in what was left of a musical Jamaican accent. "Well, I might as well say it, Tanji-girl. I've taken an apartment in New York, and I'll be living there full time from now on. I won't be coming home on the weekends anymore."

  "But your job in New York was supposed to be temporary! You were supposed to be coming home next month."

  "I got a very good offer to stay." Her mother took a deep breath and looked away. When she looked back, tears wet the corners of her eyes. "And I want to be there. I never meant to hurt either of you. But I'm staying in New York. I'm sorry. I love this job. I love New York. It's everything I ever wanted for my career."

  Tanji looked to her father, not knowing how to react. "Dad?"

  "We've both tried to keep things going for your sake, but we've known for a good amount of time that we weren't going to be together once you left for college. Your mother and I want different things. We didn't think we'd divorce yet for a few years, but things change."

  "But I'll stay here, right? I don't have to go to New York?" Tanji looked back to her mother.

  "No, you don't have to go to New York. My taking you away—that would be the thing that would break your father's heart. I would never do that."

  "But I get to come visit, right?"

  Her mother moved around the coffee table and hugged her, "Whenever you want. I'll be in town for the next two weeks to tie up loose ends, and I'll see you as often as I can before I leave. We'll have a least one nice long mother and daughter dinner, and we'll talk."

  Tanji shrugged her mother off and stood up. "Okay, so I'm sending myself to my room now. I don't know what to think about this." But she did know that she wanted to talk to her best friend. There was no point in calling her boyfriend. He'd react to the news like a block of wood. What good is he to me anyway, if I know he won't even be there for me when I'm sad?

  She realized in that moment that there was going to be another breakup in the family soon. She grabbed her phone and flicked the contact for Lizbet, hoping her BFF picked up before she started crying.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Can't Get You Out Of My Head

  Avenall ate his meager breakfast of bread and cheese alone in his sleeping loft, then went outside to the rain barrel and washed his hands and face. He fed the dragons and made sure there was plenty of clean water available in their troughs.

  When his morning routine was complete, he entered Mer's stall and approached the young dragon carefully, sending soothing thoughts and keeping his mind open to the thoughts of the dragon. Mer had been keeping himself contained and off from the others for a few days, and it worried him. He probed deeper into Mer's mind for any clue to what could be troubling him and found his answer in a br
ight flash of pain located along his hindquarters.

  He extended his hand and laid it gently on the dragon's flanks, admiring as always the iridescent blue shine of Mer's scales. He ran his hand downward toward the source of the pain and felt the sharp splinter of wood jutting from the dragon's hide. He concentrated on reassuring the dragon as he pinched the small nub of the splinter that showed itself from beneath a scale, grasping it as firmly as he could and then easing it out of its hiding place.

  He knew the dragon had turned at the tug and hoped he understood the message Avenall continued to send of helping, healing, and concern. If not, he might meet the same fate as many Dragon Tenders before him—burned to death by his own charges. When Mer realized the source of the pain had been removed, Avenall could feel him relax. His big head brushed affectionately against Avenall's shoulder by way of thanks, much as a cat would rub her cheek against beloved objects. Avenall relaxed, too. No fiery death today. And he could feel in the dragon's mind that his care had served to deepen their bond.

  Avenall had only been the compound's Dragon Tender for a few months. Before that, he was an apprentice, learning the ways of the Dragon Tender but never in charge. The dragons had only begun to accept him fully and stop resisting him when he entered their minds. He knew from what he felt there that they missed Durian, their tender before him. Avenall missed him, too. He missed him deeply.

  As he went to the bench at the side of the stable to find salve, he heard his father's voice just outside the stable door. He stood there silently, listening.

  "It's distasteful, having to come down here to the stables knowing I will find my own son engaged as a stable hand. If I had any other children, I would disown him."