Wyrmrider Ascending: An Underwater Magic Urban Fantasy (The Fomorian Wyrmriders Book 1) Read online

  Contents

  Legacy Club Teaser

  Copyright

  Title Page

  Epigraph

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

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  In the beginning… the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep.

  Genesis 1:1 (KJV)

  Chapter One

  I nearly threw my hip out of its socket as I flipped my tail to my left, barely escaping the massive creature's jaws. Not a bad maneuver considering I'd only had a mer-tail a total of fewer than three days...

  I'd never seen anything like it. Whatever it was. It had the face of a dragon and a body like a serpent—sort of. I mean, what snake have you ever seen with the girth of a double-decker bus and the length of a half-football field?

  And on top of that, it was pissed.

  As if an angry regular-sized snake wasn't frightening enough.

  Add to that a dragon's powerful jaws ...

  At least I didn't have to worry about fire-breath... as dragon-like as this creature was, it was a sea creature after all. Fire-breathing wouldn't be an evolutionarily advantageous trait.

  Still, whatever this thing was, I suspected that it had other methods of devastation at its disposal...

  I remained on my guard. There was no telling what this thing might try to do next.

  "Come and get me, beautiful!" I screamed. I was being ironic. You know, like when the lineman on the football team gets the nickname, "tiny." Not that there wasn't a beauty to the creature. But when something is trying to eat you, your aesthetic judgments skew toward the unsightly.

  The dragon-serpent twisted its body around in something like a figure-eight before diving after me a second time, chomping its way through the water.

  My home-ec teacher during my senior year told me that a career in the culinary arts might be right up my alley.

  I don't think becoming the meal was quite what she had in mind.

  Not a great way to make a living...

  No time to reminisce. I gripped my trident tightly. Never go out into the ocean depths without one. Admiral Agwe told me that before I left Fomoria.

  It was an ethereal weapon—I could summon it at whim, its magical signature mystically embedded into the sigil on the back of my hand.

  Storing mystical items in sigils was convenient. It meant I didn't have to lug it around. It also meant I never had to worry about being caught in a precarious position without it.

  The trident itself was fashioned from my wand. My wand was a powerful item on its own right, hewn from the Tree of Life. It allowed me to channel any magic I siphoned more precisely than otherwise.

  Agwe added the enchantment to my wand. Agwe insisted the enchantment was mine by my ancestor's will. Apparently, several generations ago, the last of my Fomorian ancestors who lived there had devised it. As the next of my great, great, super-great grandfather's kin who set fin in Fomoria, the enchantment was mine according to his will. And the wand was the only enchantable item I had.

  But to use the trident, I had to be in mermaid form. Summon it as a human, it would become a wand again.

  My momma always said it's rude to refuse a gift. Little did I know I'd need the damned thing so soon.

  A forceful wag of the tail and I did something of an underwater back-flip, evading the beast's bite before jamming the end of my trident into its snout.

  That'll teach it, I thought.

  The monster lashed its body side to side.

  The sheer force of the water it displaced tossed me head-over-tail through the water.

  I dispelled my trident and focused a small amount of magic from my medallion into the sigil on my right hand. My trident reformed itself in my grip.

  Where had this thing come from?

  I sensed its magic the moment my trident struck the monster in the nose. It was familiar magic... too familiar.

  I didn't dare draw on it. Not after what happened the last time... when I tried to siphon magic from a dragon.

  I was still living with the consequences of that debacle.

  The dragon's essence, still haunting my soul, was a burden. It gave me instinctive urges that were nearly impossible to ignore.

  But right now, it gave me an opportunity...

  I could listen to the creature. I could try.

  C'mon Joni. You can do this... clear your mind...

  I took a deep breath.

  I didn't know if I'd ever get used to breathing underwater. It was an odd sensation.

  I exhaled.

  Focus, Joni, Focus...

  I drew in what remained of the magic contained in the small medallion around my neck. A gift from the Fomorian merking. A token of goodwill. But it was uniquely prepared for me. They meant it to be helpful. They knew what I could do, that I needed a source of magic, something I could siphon, to wield any magic at all. But I didn't need a lot of power. Just eno
ugh to connect to the creature...

  A blue glow filled the waters around me—the light was emanating from my eyes as the magic tingled its way through my body.

  A cacophony of emotions blasted through my mind. They were the beast's feelings... reptilian, in a sense, but still familiar.

  Fear. Anger. Confusion.

  And, of course, hunger.

  When I was cursed to a dragon's form, I'd connected to a similar dialect.

  A primal language, not words but urges.

  The creature was disoriented. It was a mother... separated from her baby...

  All it wanted was to find her child... with, perhaps, a side of filet-o-mermaid.

  I could relate to that. Not eating mermaids. But missing my child...

  The pangs of leaving my own baby behind still ached in my chest.

  Not like I had any choice... it was for his own good.

  I wasn't myself anymore.

  I was a danger to him. Hell, I was a danger to everyone I knew from my life before.

  In Fomoria, with the merfolk. It was the only place where the rage inside me, the dragon instincts that had taken a seat in my soul, was calmed.

  It's why I was trying to go back... but this hybrid dragon-snake seemed to have other ideas.

  But that didn't mean I didn't feel the pain.

  For a mother to leave her baby behind, even though I knew he was better off with his father...

  It left a void in my soul. A darkness...

  I knew this creature's pain. We were the same... more alike than different, despite the disparity in appearance and size.

  Could she feel me, too? Did she sense our connection?

  The moment we connected, her body stopped thrashing its way through the waters.

  It swam around me, encircling my body with its own.

  All it would take would be a half-second if it wanted to wrap me up, to squeeze the life out of me as if it were a boa constrictor.

  But I knew it wouldn't...

  The creature wasn't evil. It was hurting. And it was terrified.

  Probably just as scared as I was...

  I'd say the thing was more afraid of me than I was of it. But that's a cliché that didn't hold water (no pun intended) in this situation. I mean, compared to the creature, I was basically an insect. A nuisance, maybe. No more a threat than a spider might be danging from a light fixture in a human house.

  Yes, I know, a lot of people are scared of spiders.

  But there's a difference between that kind of phobia and the fear you'd feel if you ever encountered a creature who could eat you in a single bite. That was the difference in the kind of fear that I might represent to this sea serpent and the type of terror she evoked in me...

  Until I understood her.

  I reached out and touched it as it swam around me. It even felt like a dragon, a thick, scaly body, cool to the touch. The touch amplified all the emotions I'd sensed before.

  Yes, it was reptilian. Possibly, amphibian. Though I suspected that this thing defied such categories. It was something else. ..

  But I already knew what drove her—finding her baby—and now I could put that pain to words.

  Lost... they took all of us... help us... help my baby.

  "Who took you? Took you from where?" I asked.

  The one who pulled us through the magic... he has my baby...

  "Us?" I asked. "How many of your kind are here?"

  All of us...

  I cocked my head. Whatever these creatures were, they might not understand numbers. There wasn't anything in its dialect, the messages I was receiving, that could account for their population's size. All of them could be two or three. It could also be thousands. Or hundreds of thousands.

  Either way, someone had brought them here... through magic... was it a portal? Did they come from another place? Maybe, even, another time? I'd had enough experience with trans-dimensional magic to know that either was possible.

  At least it made some sense why I never knew such creatures existed until now. Not that it wasn't theoretically possible that undiscovered creatures lurked in the ocean depths. Hell, the Fomorian merfolk themselves were such creatures, to get technical about it. But most unknown species, so far as I knew, were smaller than most sea creatures and lived in deep waters. The merfolk went mostly undetected intentionally—they used their intellect to generally avoid being discovered.

  Sure, they might have been seen by a few sailors or pirates through the years. Seen enough to inspire tales and legends. But not by any credible researchers...

  Of course, in the age of smartphones, everyone has cameras. I hadn't spent a lot of time with the Fomorians, but I was there long enough to know that the secret of their existence was essential to their way of life. There was no crime in Fomoria taken more seriously than transgressing the laws meant to guard their secrecy. To so much as appear to a human was a capital offense.

  The only reason they allowed me to leave was that, while there's no law against it, I was a half-breed. Half Fomorian, half-human—and raised as a human, I was more "other" than kin. And while some of them accepted me—if they hadn't, I never could have convinced them to help heal my baby—a minority. However, a significant contingent of their population had no tolerance for what I was. Some might say I was both mer and human. To this particular crowd of merfolk, I was an abomination—neither mer nor human. As much as they hated humans, a sentiment they shared with all the Fomorians, they hated whatever I was even more.

  Can you go back home? I asked the creature as she still swam around me.

  He won't allow it... and I will not leave without my baby...

  I nodded. Who is he? The one who took you?

  I do not know... And there's something else...

  "Did you see him? What did he look like?"

  He...

  The creature's words changed into a shriek, exploding through my mind.

  Its body thrashed around me. I kicked my tail out of the way...

  There was a trident sticking out of its body.

  I turned.

  "Agwe!" I shouted. The Fomorian admiral floated there, flanked by Titus—one of his right-hand men—and another merman I hadn't met.

  "Joni," Agwe yelled. "Come with us! We'll get you out of here!"

  I looked at the creature again. I tried to speak to it, but I couldn't get through. The magic I'd used before was fading. What I had left couldn't get through the terror that consumed the sea serpent's mind.

  I kicked my tail, swimming my way toward Agwe. Titus, whom I'd only met briefly once before, grabbed me by the arm and pulled me behind him.

  "I don't think we can fight this thing," Agwe said. "We need to regroup in Fomoria."

  "Aye, sir," Titus replied in concert with the other mer warrior whose name I didn't yet know.

  Agwe called it a thing. Clearly, they were as confused about this creature's presence as I was.

  Chapter Two

  The first time I came to Fomoria, I was captivated by the luster of the underwater merkingdom. The magical dome protecting the city reminded me of the snow globes my momma used to bring out on Christmas time. As a young girl, I still remembered the sense of wonder I had when I shook the globes, and the miniature model cities inside came to life. Though, the dome of Fomoria was made of magic—blue magic that served to illuminate the city. It was so bright that you could spot it from miles away, provided you were deep enough in the ocean. It was a wonder, given the city's magnificence, that humans hadn't discovered the place until now.

  Giant, twisted spires, rivaling any skyscraper size, formed the primary buildings or structures within the city. The openings through which the merfolk passed when entering the towers were in seemingly random locations. Since the citizens of Fomoria weren't dependent on gravity, very few entrances were on the ground level. The spires appeared as if they were grown naturally, then adapted for merfolk use. They were asymmetrical. Not likely designed by architects. This was the kind of beauty inher
ent in nature, the sort you might see on a mountain range or one of those rare, pristine places still untouched by humanity.

  Yes, the place was magnificent.

  But this time, entering the city, it was different.

  Everything looked... gray...

  The magnificent blues, radiating through the sea...

  Now, it was dull.

  The city hadn't changed.

  I had changed.

  I could have been passing through the pearly gates of heaven itself, and I still would have been in my own personal hell.

  Even before, when I came to Fomoria with all the desperation to save my baby... at least, then, we were together.

  But now, as I returned to Fomoria without my baby...without my Merlin... the luster of the place was lost. I couldn't walk in with the same wonder I had before.

  The city radiated with life...

  But I was like a corpse...

  Alive enough by appearance. But stone cold dead inside.

  And now, the surge of adrenaline I'd experienced when attacked by that creature... that... whatever it was...

  I was crashing.

  Cleo was waiting for me at the gates.

  Cleo was maybe ten or fifteen years older than me—she looked so much like the Little Mermaid with her red hair the I had to resist the urge to call her Ariel. She wouldn't get it, mainly because she'd never so much as seen a television, much less a movie.

  "Joni," Cleo said. "I know you'd be back. But I expected it would take longer..."

  I shrugged. "I couldn't face Merlin's father. You wouldn't believe it, Cleo... leaving my baby... wrapped up with a note. It feels like I took a spoon to my chest and dug out my own heart... then fed it to the dogs."

  Cleo opened her arms. I barely knew her—but the people you meet during the most challenging moments of life, those who take the extra effort to show that they care... people like that leave an indelible impression on someone's life. I trusted her.

  I hugged her as I cried. My tears were whisked away by the water the moment they were shed.

  "And that creature..." My voice trembled as I said it. Yes, I'd spoken to it. I'd sensed her pain. But she was what she was... probably the scariest creature I'd ever encountered, more intimidating than even a dragon, and she was, if nothing else, hungry.