The Dragon Witch

  The Dragon Witch

  By Drako

  Cover by Latrele Bobo

  Copyright 2012

  Smashwords Edition

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  Prologue

  4,297 B.C.

  The mythical realm of Solaris was both beautiful and complex. The home of the Dragon Gods was much like the mortal realm, only without the soils man had inflicted on it such as pollution. To some, this was paradise. To others, it could be hell. Victoria Damone stood looking out over a bright blue sea, lost in her own thoughts. A light breeze blew her dark blue gown around behind her. Her arms were bare and her hair was out long. As her hair blew around her face, she could see the highlights of blue that so distinctly marked her as her mother’s child. Off in the distance she heard the sounds of her brothers sparring.

  Victoria ran her hand through her hair, right through one of the blue streaks. This was maddening. She was the thirteen year old daughter of Hecate, patron goddess of magic users, and Jarel, the Black Dragon God, why should she be coddled like an infant? Sure, she’d been taught spells from the moment she could speak, but she wanted to be with her brothers, preparing to enforce the laws of her father. It was her birthright. Instead, she stood here in misery, forced to be a handmaiden to her mother.

  She sighed as she looked down at herself. In the human world, she’d be considered a woman. Not that she’d have any more freedom. If she were human, she’d be a breeding mare. The thought made her scowl; she loathed the idea of life with no power to make her own decisions. Hopefully, that would change here today.

  Victoria felt the presence of her father before she saw him. The Black Dragon God was as gorgeous as any god. A primordial god, he was one of the oldest beings in existence, far older than even her mother. He towered over her, gazing down with swirling silver eyes that could see into the depths of any soul. His black chiton was pulled down, revealing a light brown chest covered with markings, all of which represented his children. His long black hair hung down his back and swayed in the wind. For the moment, he seemed at peace.

  “Tell me, daughter of mine, what you truly want for your life,” he told her, the deep timber of his voice immediately soothing her.

  “I want the freedom to choose my path in life, Father,” Victoria answered honestly. “I do not wish to be another mindless servant to Mother.”

  Jarel’s eyes flashed. “Her servants are not mindless, are they? I’ve seen some that are quite intelligent.”

  Victoria scowled. “You know what I mean. I like the use of magic, but I am a warrior at heart. I cannot be content to study and simply bask in the glory of my mother. I love her, but living with her is boring.”

  Jarel nodded. “As such, daughter, I present you with this choice: you may choose to remain in her service, enter mine, or live as a mortal. Keep in mind that if you choose to live as a mortal, you would have to be placed with a mortal family and your direct knowledge of the gods would be erased.”

  “I have no desire to be mortal, Father.” Victoria looked towards the sound of her brothers sparring. “But I want to be trained. I’m a dragon and I deserve the same rights as the others.”

  Jarel smiled. “Yes, you are a dragon. You are, in fact, the only female black dragon in existence. As tempting as it is to hold you near to keep you safe, that would be unfair.”

  Victoria couldn’t hide the hope in her eyes and in her voice. “Does this mean that Mother is letting me go?”

  “As much as any true mother can let go,” Jarel answered. “You are expected to still visit her and occasionally serve her. You are expected to still use what comes natural to you from her. But as of now, you are officially a dragon warrior.”

  Victoria sprang into her father’s arms, filled with joy. “Thank you, Father!”

  Jarel kissed the top of her head. “Run along and change. You have training to begin, under Andreas, of course.”

  Victoria excitedly ran off, the prospect of training with her elder brother and strongest of the black dragons spurring her on.

  “You see, Hecate?” Jarel questioned.

  The lovely goddess appeared next to him, her long dark blue hair flowing down almost as long as the dark blue gown and cape she wore. Her midnight blue eyes sparkled with irritation.

  “So perhaps you were right after all,” she admitted hesitantly.

  Jarel turned to face her. “Her dragon nature prevailed. You couldn’t expect her to sit on the sidelines in your service forever.”

  “I wish only to spare her agony.”

  Jarel looked off into the distance as Victoria joined her brothers. “To live is to experience pain as well as pleasure. In the end, she deserves the same as any other. She must forge her own path in life. We can offer her guidance, the same as anyone else but her life will be what she makes of it.”

  One

  2005 A.D.

  Victoria pulled up in front of the split level house, now owned by her eldest brother and his soul mate. It was too bad this wasn’t a social call.

  Sitting on the dark purple Harley Davidson motorcycle she’d bought only a few months before, she looked up into the living room window, watching Andreas pace. She sighed, knowing she wasn’t going to like whatever he’d asked her here to do. She could practically smell the anger and impatience coming from him; he must have wanted to take on this mission himself but their father had retired him from actively pursuing them. Instead, he was the general now, handing out the missions to all the other siblings. And if Victoria kept him waiting much longer, he’d wear a hole in the floor.

  Victoria got off the bike and went to the door. As she raised her hand to knock, the door was yanked open and she found herself caught in the fierce gaze of her brother. His light blue eyes were narrowed, his blonde hair disheveled as if he’d just gotten out of bed. He had let his beard grow in, making him look oddly like his grandfather, Zeus. He towered over her, more than filling the doorway since he actually had to bend down to look out at her. He wore only a pair of jeans, leaving his chest bare. On his right pec was his black dragon birthmark, with his soul mate, Kazarian’s name on it.

  “Is this how you greet all your guests?” Victoria asked him.

  “Is this how you always dress?” he retorted snidely.

  She was wearing a rather tight pair of black low-riders and a blank tank top.

  “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” she asked.

  “For one, the pants are too tight and the shirt is too low cut. Your breasts aren’t small enough for such clothing.”

  Victoria rolled her eyes and pushed him aside to enter the house. She went upstairs into the living room, where Kazarian sat on the sofa. Unlike her brother, he was fully dressed and gave her a dazzling smile. He was closer to her height, which didn’t make him short by any means. Victoria stood about 6’2”, putting her about six inches shorter than her brother. Kazarian had her by maybe an inch and a half. He was heavier, made of muscle with a wider physique than hers, as was natural for a male. He had shoulder length brown hair and dazzling green eyes. Both he and Andreas had bronzed skin and somewhat similar muscular, toned bodies. Both were ancient Spartan warriors, but Andreas was a black dragon and Kazarian was the newly appointed god of discord and anarchy as well as the direct servant to Ares, god of war.

  “Hello, Victoria,” he greeted her warmly.

  “What’s wrong wi
th Captain Uptight?” she asked, nodding towards her brother.

  “He just misses the boys,” Kazarian answered.

  “That brings me to why you’re here.” Andreas was now sitting in the armchair in front of the window, and she hadn’t seen him move. “The twins are stuck in the demon world.”

  Their nephews, Brandon and Brent, who was more commonly called Demun, were the twin sons of their youngest brother, Julian. Julian had been killed in an ambush about fourteen years before and his wife, a human woman, had died of cancer almost two years ago. Andreas had been appointed guardian of the boys ever since.

  “How did that happen?” Victoria asked.

  “You know their grandmother, right?”

  Victoria nodded. “Julian’s mother is Desdemona, the demon queen, and a stone cold bitch according to my mother.”

  Andreas smirked. “Your mother was being generous. Anyway, Father had an agreement with her to let the boys get to know their demon heritage. Now she won’t release them back to me.”

  “If she made an agreement with Father, isn’t she bound to follow it?”

  Andreas snorted. “She is following it. Father mistakenly asked her to release the boys before they transition into their true forms when they turn eighteen. As long as she releases them the day before their eighteenth birthday, she’s technically honoring her word.”

  Victoria sat next to Kazarian. “So what am I supposed to do?”

  “You have to do what the gods can’t. You have to go in and get them out.”

  “Ares told me that the gods are forbidden from entering Desdemona’s realm and have been since the dawn of time,” Kazarian added.

  “Well, I guess that explains why I have to go in,” Victoria muttered.

  “For the record, you are not to confront Desdemona directly,” Andreas’ features hardened. “According to Father, none of us can kill her.”

  Victoria scowled. “Why the hell not?”

  “The Fates decreed that only one with demon blood could kill Desdemona, as they would be forced to take her place as ruler of all demon kind. No one has had the power to do so and been willing to do it. We think perhaps Julian could have done it, but he refused originally due to his love for Vic, and then because he found his soul mate in a human woman. He could not have his soul mate rule at his side there, and so he chose the life he had.”

  An obvious conclusion came to Victoria. “That means the boys could potentially kill her, right?”

  Andreas looked to Kazarian, who shrugged.

  “Based off the level of power they could tap into when they left here, no, they can’t,” Kazarian told her. “However, we have no way of knowing how strong they are now. Only your father or Hera could tell with any certainty, and they aren’t telling.”

  “Father only said that you were not to engage Desdemona. He didn’t say that the boys couldn’t,” Andreas added.

  “It would be handy if I had a way to contact the boys once I’m there,” Victoria said with a sigh.

  Andreas smirked. “Since when do the gods make our jobs easy?”

  Victoria couldn’t argue with that. “So how do I get there?”

  “I’ll be taking you to the gate,” Kazarian told her. “Reach for your father when you have the boys.”

  “Well, I guess I’d better grab my bag before we go. There’s no telling how long this will take.” Victoria stood and went out to her bike.

  “Just out of curiosity, why did you choose your sister for this mission?” Kazarian asked.

  Andreas kept all emotion from his face as he responded. “She’s just as capable as any of my brothers. I trained her.”

  “That’s not an answer.”

  “She has the right mentality to navigate through the demon world. She has the determination to prove herself to be as good as any male warrior, which also means she’ll fight with the slightest provocation. Unlike my brothers, she won’t stick out in the demon world. She’ll fit right in. The boys may find her before she finds them.”

  Kazarian studied him for several seconds. “Is that all?”

  Andreas gave a slight smile. “Stop reading my mind.”

  “I didn’t read it, but I know you,” Kazarian replied.

  “Apollo gave me a tip that she might find something she needs down there and he made it seem like it was vital for her to go.”

  Kazarian raised an eyebrow. “Since when do you actually listen to Apollo?”

  “He may be an arrogant ass, but he’s also the god of prophecy. In this case, I felt it best to follow orders. And I’d have chosen her anyway.”

  Kazarian rose and leaned over him. “I wonder what you’re not telling me, but I have ways of finding out.”

  Andreas grinned. “Really, now? Am I going to enjoy these ways of yours?”

  Kazarian laughed and kissed him briefly on the lips. “Take your mind out of the gutter. I’ll be back shortly.” He vanished.

  Victoria double-checked the backpack she’d brought along. She’d brought only the essentials; a change of clothes, toothbrush, and two retractable blade swords. Satisfied, she strapped on the weapons as Kazarian appeared next to her.

  “Make sure your husband takes care of my bike,” she told him.

  Kazarian smiled. “I’m sure he’ll just store it for you.”

  Victoria rolled her eyes. “No, he won’t. He’ll take it out for a drive just to make sure it runs right.”

  “Then I’ll make sure he doesn’t crash it.”

  “Tell him to fill her up, too.”

  Kazarian actually laughed. “I’ll relay the message just to hear his response.”

  “So, where exactly is the gate?”

  “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. Just keep in mind that demons are old-fashioned; their world relies more on magic and power than technology. Bar fights and the like are common, since they are a naturally aggressive race.”

  “Sounds like fun to me.”

  Kazarian shook his head. “Normally it’d be fun for me too. Too bad I can’t go in.”

  “What exactly do you do these days?”

  “I mostly have a fucking field day with the American Congress sessions,” Kazarian replied with a smile. “I whisper one little suggestion and they go nuts for weeks. It’s a lot easier being god of discord these days than in old times. I don’t do anything with battlefields normally.”

  “Sounds boring to me.”

  Kazarian shrugged. “It’s a small price to pay for an eternity with your brother.”

  Victoria smiled. “Who knew ancient Spartan warriors get mushy?”

  Kazarian grunted. “It doesn’t happen often, but there’s no point denying how I feel.”

  Victoria continued to smile, knowing Kazarian was the perfect match for her moody brother. After one last glance at the house, she took a deep breath and turned to Kazarian.

  “Okay, I’m ready to go.”

  Two

  Deep in the forests of the demon world known as Shevat, a small form could be seen sitting under a waterfall. He was short and slim but very well-toned. Water poured down on top of him, leaving his long black hair completely drenched. He was naked, his clothes hanging from a tree a safe distance away from the waterfall to keep them dry. His light brown skin glistened with moisture, his black dragon birthmark barely visible across his lower back. He was of average height in the human world, though in any supernatural world he’d be considered short. His eyes were closed and there was a strong aura of raw power emanating from him. He was deep in meditation, so much so that a casual passerby would assume he was asleep. In a sense, he was.

  This was Andreas and Victoria’s nephew, Brandon. His spirit was traveling across the realm, searching for his twin brother and the way out of Shevat. What he found on his journey was disturbing.

  Hordes of demons were migrating north to a strange temple. It was huge and newly built, and a black aura surrounded it. As his spirit came closer to it, he felt resistance. Whatever the temple was made for was pure
evil and he instinctively knew that sending his astral form in would be a mistake. He retreated, knowing it’d be best to go to the temple in person. Despite his desire to escape this realm, Brandon was honor bound to investigate.

  His spirit re-entered his body and he opened his eyes, then stood up and stepped onto the bank. He looked up at the red sun that gave light to this realm, gaging it to be about noon. He could reach the temple by dusk if he took to the treetops and stayed out of sight. Being part demon had its advantages here; he could tap into abilities he’d never had before, or rather, he’d never allowed himself to use.

  Brandon sighed, resigning himself to the task he’d have to undertake as he slowly raised his arms. His eyes turned completely white and a strange white fog surrounded him completely. The fog was warm and he felt the moisture drying quickly. Once he was dry, he lowered his arms and the fog vanished. Walking over to the large oak tree, he took down the pair of black jeans hanging there and put them on. Next were his socks and the boots at the foot of the tree. Finally he put on a black leather vest and black leather open fingered gloves, and then strapped his retractable blade sword to a hook on his belt. After buttoning his vest as far as it would go, which was just at his chest level, he reached into a pocket and pulled out a pair of dark shades to cover his eyes. At least these dark ages’ pricks sold modern clothes here, not that he’d bought them.

  He smirked at the thought. When he’d arrived, he’d asked his grandmother how he was supposed to buy food and clothes and she’d laughed.

  “You don’t buy anything. You take what you want and kill whoever argues with you. That is my way,” she’d told him.

  Well, he’d certainly followed her advice, and it had been rather easy to do. He’d been here for over a year and was coming close to his eighteenth birthday. He was also close to what his grandfather called his transition. Jarel had told him that this is when his untapped powers would be released and perhaps, even an alternate form. Some of his powers had already been freed as he’d come to accept his demonic heritage. He was stronger than ever, but for some strange reason he hadn’t been able to find his twin here. That was a basic ability he’d always had before, but was somehow blocked in this realm.