Chosen By The Dragon Kings novel Chapter 9

I take the basket back to the cleaning closet and walk fast to the kitchen, only to notice Lilith is no longer there. Walking over to the woman with red hair and freckles I ask her.

“The little girl that was with me. Where did she go?”

“The guards came and took her; her mother has been looking for her,” she tells me. I nod, feeling a little sad, but relieved knowing she is safer out there than in here with these monsters.

I exit the kitchen and head to the small room where I slept last night. Walking in, I see a small, dark object sitting atop the bed. It is the book I was looking at earlier in the library. Matitus’s deep voice behind me makes me jump.

“If you want to read that you should also read this,” he says, holding another book out toward me as he steps in the room. I take the book from him and look at it. It’s a book on Dragons and mates. I look up at him.

“Read them. I know Fae have their own stories of the past, but what if they aren’t correct? What if your ancestors lied?” he says.

“Fae can’t lie,” I whisper, not understanding what he means.

“They can and did long ago, your kind blames the Dragons for the wars and the blood spilled, yet what they took from us far outweighs anything we could have ever done to any of you,” he tells me, and I feel anger build up at his words bursting out of me.

“What have you taken from us? You killed my kind off,” I tell him incredulously. The nerve he has saying what we did was worse, when they killed every one of my kind.

“Your kind aren’t the only ones forced into extinction, Elora; my kind is nearly extinct as well because of what they did.”

“And what is that?” I dare to ask, not liking the way he talks about Fae.

“Read the books and you will find out,” he says before walking out and shutting the door behind him.

I stare at the closed door, when I see that he isn’t going to return, I relax slightly. Picking up the book on Fae history, I sit back on the bed and start reading. I can’t remember the last time I actually read a book. Being constantly on the move meant I didn’t get much time to read and with moving, books would mean more things to carry.

After a few hours of reading, my back aches from being slumped over. The book was pretty much the same as what my grandmother had already told me. How the war started after a Dragon killed one of the royal Fae and our kind sought out revenge. If only they had known this world we currently live in would result from that war, maybe they wouldn’t have sought revenge. I noticed halfway through that there were pages torn from the middle.