The Almighty Dragon Rider Returns-Chapter 36: I Will Find Them

Dorlath city was one of the big and old city in the North. They mostly deal and engage in trade.

The rich up side of Dorlath city was a big mountain. The mountain was for the Blackwood family. They were the fourth richest and most famous family in the North. Their wealth come from their family trade of special Sunstone Silk.

Inside the Blackwood house, Lady Tamsin Blackwood was inside her small special room. It was important to her. And inside the room had white candles that were on a shelf, the candle are magical candles that burned with the life of all her children. There were also glowing plants and magic tools all over the room.

Lady Tamsin is a Magic User while her husband, Lord Damon was a dragon rider.

Tamsin was watering her glowing plant when on of the white candles suddenly shake and flare up immediately. In a split second, all the wax melted init a smoking puddle and the candle flame which was burning before vanished.

At the same time, a little silver bell in the room rang once, the tune was kind off a sad one.

Hearing rhe bell sound, Lady Tamsin dropped her watering can without knowing as her eyes shifted straight to the shelf the candles were.

"No," she whispered, her voice tight. She ran to the shelf, staring at the empty, melted spot. This candle was for her only son, Hektor. The flame had never gone out, not even when he was badly hurt. Now it was gone.

Her hands started shaking badly as she touched the spot were the hot liquid wax is. And immediately a painful scream left her mouth..

"Nooooo!!"

The painful sound eached through the entire house.

Lord Damon Blackwood, a man who looked about sixty with a serious face, rushed into the small room. He saw his wife on the floor and the melted wax on the shelf.

His face went pale immediately. And his lips trembled.

"Hektor... but he was got no injury after the Aetherclaw attack," Lord Damon murmured, his voice weak. "He survived the attack. What... what happened now?"

Hektor was their only son among their five daughters. And he was the most loved one because he was the only son.

The candle going out meant one thing: his son, Hektor was dead.

Lady Tamsin looked up, tears streaming down her face. "Someone killed him, Damon! Someone murdered my little boy!" she cried. "My boy. He was a good boy, he never caused trouble! Who would do this?"

Lord Damon dropped down and pulled his wife close, holding her head against his chest until her crying calmed down a little.

Then, his face became hard and cold.

"Hush, my love," he said. "I will find them, whoever did this and i will make them pay. They will pay so much that everyone in the North will talk about it forever."

Suddenly, Lady Tamsin jumped up as a thought crossed her mind and she ran out of the room.

"Tamsin, wait! What are you doing?" he called, but she did not even answer.

She came back quickly, holding a small, old piece of cloth. It was a piece of Hektor’s shirt. She rushed to a small, round well in the room, which was used for seeing visions.

She threw the cloth into the dark water and started chanting the ancient, magic words of the Seeking spell..

"Show me! Show me the person who killed him!"

The water in the well started shaking and bubbling right away. It should have shown her the moment he died and the killer’s face. But mysteriously it did not. The water stayed dark, only forming a cloudy and un clear shadow.

Lady Tamsin screamed again with shock and pain..

"No! No! Show me! Show me who killed my son!"

She fell to the ground, and Lord Damon quickly caught her. The magic well had never failed before. It was supposed to show them everything, but for some reason, it was hiding the truth. What the hell was going on?

Lord Damon’s anger was boiling now. His face was very cold as he muttered to his wife. "I will find the killer even if it takes months, I will hunt them down. And when I do, I will make them beg for death and they will wish they had never been born."

Suddenly the sky outside change and there was a storm and it started raining.

Lord Damon and his wife just sat in the small room. Lady Tamsin let out a choked sound but the sound of the rain swallowed. She was Suddenly tired or maybe she still could not believe that her boy was gone.

Slowly, her eyes started to flutter and her head then fell on her husband’s shoulder. She was asleep.

Lord Damon rage in his eyes turned into a painful one. He stood up smoothly, lifting his wife into his arms. He carried her to their big bedroom. He put her gently on the large bed and covered her with a soft blanket. He just watched her for a little moment, the deep lines on his face showing his worry.

He walked over to a small desk and his hand tore out a a page from a book. He took a pen and wrote a short message on it. He folded the paper neatly and left it on the desk.

He grabbed a bottle of strong firewine. He poured a full glass. He lifted it and drank it all quickly. He then set the empty glass down softly.

He stopped at the door, looked back at his sleeping wife, and then left the room, closing the door as he left.

The second he was in the hall, he focused his mind and connected to his dragon. And immediately there was a deep growl only he could hear.

He walked down the main stairs. He went straight out the back doors and into the falling rain. The rain was touching him but he did not care. The rain instantly soaked his black leather armor.

Waiting in the rain for him was his dragon.

Lord Damon climbed onto the back, settling in between the thick, strong wings. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

​He ordered: "Vrakharn. Aess’tix, qelex vemtu svern" (Vrah-KARN ACE-stix, Kuh-LEX VEM-too S-VEHRN). The Draconic phrase, meaning "Wyrmwood. Go as fast as you can.

With a loud roar, the dragon fly up into the rain.

.....

The dragon landed hard in the central yard of Wyrmwood academy.

Lord Damon jumped down before the dragon’s feet were even settled. He hurried across the yard toward the Headmaster’s Tower. He knew the way well.

He reached the Headmaster’s Office. He did not knock, he hit the door with his shoulder, sending it crashing into the wall with a loud noise.

The Headmaster looked up quickly from his papers. The pen in his hand fell onto the desk.

Lord Damon stood there, dripping wet. His face was very cold.

"My son is dead. He died here in the academy today. And you had better have a better explanation on how my son die!"

"Damon, what are you talking about? Has something terrible happened? Why are you here in this rain...?" The Headmaster was clearly shocked, his eyes wide with confusion.

Lord Damon yelled.. "Do not pretend you don’t know, old man. My only son, Hektor is dead. He died right here, in your worthless school. Tell me how the hell my son died!"