Dragons of Asgard 3 Logan Jacobs (book recommendations for teens .TXT) 📖

come across. I don’t want a repeat of this situation ever again.”

“I understand.” I smiled softly at her. “And I think that’s a good idea, but you still shouldn’t blame yourself.”

“It’s hard not to,” Preyna said. “But I also ran into Odin at the castle.”

“Oh, no.” Asta frowned. “Did he say anything about Blar?”

“He just petted him and told him what a good dog he was,” Preyna chuckled softly. “But he asked me to see about a spell for an upcoming event he has.”

“Go,” I told her. “We don’t want to raise suspicion.”

“No, we don’t,” the blonde sorceress said, and she took a deep breath as her eyes drifted to the egg again. “I hate to leave him here like this.”

“Don’t worry.” I smiled. “We’re going to get him home.”

Preyna nodded and then looked up at me with her beautiful soft brown eyes. “If you can, please let me know when he has made it home safe.”

“I will,” I assured her.

“Alright,” she said with a small smile. “I must be going, then. I don’t want to keep the King waiting.”

“No, I wouldn’t suppose so,” I said. “He’ll be okay. Go tend to your duties, we’ll handle it from here.”

A portal appeared behind Preyna, and I looked down to see Blar sitting next to me. The little dragon must have finished his dinner, though there were still some scraps on his face he’d apparently forgotten.

“Thank you, Blar.” Preyna leaned down and petted the little blue dragon between his horns. “I appreciate your assistance this evening.”

Blar smiled and bumped his head against Preyna’s hand.

“It was lovely seeing you again, Preyna.” Asta smiled.

“And you all,” the sorceress said as she looked at each of us. “I will hope to see you again very soon.”

“We’ll hope the same,” I said, and Preyna gave a small wave, turned around, and stepped through the portal.

“Alright, we’re nearly done,” Ramir said after Preyna had gone, and I turned to look at what the old man was doing.

On the table, the cauldron bubbled with a bright teal-colored substance, and Ramir gave it a good stir before he picked up a small vial and held it out to me.

“What’s that for?” I asked.

“I’m going to capture the essence from the egg,” he explained. “I know you won’t like it, but I’ll need you to move your hands for just a moment. I don’t want to accidentally bottle your essence.”

“I understand.” I took a deep breath and leaned down to the egg. “You’ll be okay, just wait one moment, and I’ll be right back.”

I could feel the little dragon inside panic for a second when I took my hands away, but then Ramir stepped up and started to speak, which calmed the little creature down once again.

“Hello,” the old man said as he moved the little vial around the egg. White sparkles floated off the egg’s surface and slowly filled the bottle as he spoke. “Your shell is quite beautiful, I bet you’ll be a lovely white color when you hatch, eh?”

It didn’t take long for Ramir to collect the sample he needed, but he spoke to the little dragon the entire time, which kept him calm until I was able to place my hands back on his shell.

“Once I add this, we should be all done,” Ramir said as he poured the essence he’d collected into the cauldron.

The teal liquid sparkled with the silver magic from the bottle, and it began to swirl of its own accord. Then the old man picked up Kas’ map from the table, rolled it up, and carefully fed it to the cauldron.

The swirling liquid gobbled up the paper until it could no longer be seen, and my eyebrows pulled together as I watched with both horror and fascination. The spells Ramir performed for us were always so incredibly strange to see, and they never failed to make me nervous, but I’d learned to trust him enough that I didn’t allow myself to worry for more than a few seconds.

Suddenly, the liquid in the cauldron went absolutely still. The teal substance was now placid, and I watched it and waited for something to happen.

“Um, Ramir, is it supposed to do that?” I asked after a few seconds had passed.

“Give it a moment.” The old man held a bony finger up.

A few more seconds passed, and I was about to push the issue, but then the cauldron shook ever so slightly.

“What the fuck,” Eira whispered, and her green eyes narrowed on the large pot.

The cauldron shook again, this time with more ferocity, and the liquid started to bubble so much it spilled out over the edges and splashed onto the table.

A loud belching sound filled the room as the cauldron exploded, and the map flew out of it to land on the floor a few feet behind me. There were drops of teal liquid everywhere, I could even feel some on my face, and I turned to raise an eyebrow at Ramir, but the old man just smiled.

“And there you have it,” he said, and he walked over to pick up the map and brush it off before handing it to Kas.

“Mmm, thanks.” The strawberry-blonde’s face pulled into a grimace, but she took the paper all the same and opened it up to see what the spell had done.

“Did it work?” Eira asked, and she peered over Kas’ shoulder.

“It did.” Kas’ violet eyes widened as she looked over the map.

“Did you expect anything less?” Ramir chuckled.

“I guess not.” Eira smiled. “Thanks, old man.”

“You’re welcome, redheaded girl,” Ramir said nonchalantly, and he grabbed a small towel and started to wipe up the table.

The little dragon in the egg had startled for a second when the cauldron exploded, but he seemed alright now, though