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

do it,” Kas said, and she took the fur and walked over to the dragons.

“What kind of spells do you cast with leopard fur, anyway?” Eira asked curiously.

“Oh, it’s wonderful for protection spells.” Ramir smiled. “And for creating amulets for warriors. In fact, I think one of the members of your warband has an amulet containing some leopard fur.”

“What?” Eira asked. “Who?”

“Oh, I think the son’s name is Hargin.” Ramir shook his head and held up one finger. “No, no, no, that’s not right. Hagree? Haaaagggg…”

The old man trailed off and looked up to the ceiling with his eyes narrowed in thought.

“Hagar?” I laughed.

“That’s it!” He pointed at me and smiled. “You must know him well, eh?”

“I guess you could say that,” I snickered.

“His father commissioned it to be made for him,” Ramir explained. “He wanted to protect his son in battle. Apparently, he’s not the hardest steel in the blacksmith’s forge, but I’m sure you already knew that.”

“I did,” I snorted and shook my head.

“All done!” Kas called out, and I looked over at the dozing dragons but found they still looked the same.

“Now, for the fun part,” Ramir said, and he picked up a small triangular piece of glass from his desk, held it in his hands as he muttered something, and then handed it to Asta. “Here you are, dear.”

“What do I do with it?” the white-haired elf girl asked.

“You look through it,” Ramir instructed. “Just hold it up, and you’ll be able to see through the enchantment.”

Asta followed his directions, and as soon as she laid eyes on the little dragons, she let out an excited squeal and jumped up and down.

“They’re soooo cuuuute!” the elf girl squeaked.

“Let me see,” Kas said, and she grabbed the glass and looked through it.

“Me, too,” Eira said, and she snatched the glass from Kas and looked through it. “Alright, that’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.”

“It can’t be that cute,” I laughed.

“Look for yourself,” the redhead said as she handed me the glass.

I held up the small, see-through triangle, and I couldn’t help the laugh that erupted out of me when I saw the dragons.

The girls were right, they were absolutely adorable.

They all looked like the same leopard, of course, that was how the spell worked, but it was easy to tell them apart by their sizes. They looked like giant kittens, with white fluffy fur covered in dark spots, long twitching tails, whiskers on their faces, and little pink cat noses.

Svass was the tiniest and most adorable of all. Well, her and Inger, who now looked like a cat wearing a braided grass collar with a large flower stuck on the side.

“They’re pretty cute,” I agreed with a smile, and I passed the glass back to Ramir.

“And now, you’re ready to go,” the old man chuckled.

“Thank you, again.” I smiled.

“Of course.” He nodded. “Leave your onehorns and your cart here, too. I’ll make sure they get something to eat.”

“What did you call them?” I asked as I thought back to our straight mounts. “Onehorns?”

“That is what they’re called, Rath,” the old man laughed.

“Huh.” I nodded. “I’ll have to remember that.”

“It might be better if you gave them names,” Ramir said. “It seems like you’ll be keeping them a while, after all.”

“You’re right,” I agreed. “Names would probably be polite.”

“Ah, and I do have this for you,” Ramir said as he gestured to his bookshelf, and a large volume floated down and opened itself on his desk. “I thought this might help with Blar’s portal making.”

On the page was a representation of the mountain Ramir had told us the caves were beneath, Joter Mountain. It was a huge, shiny black rock surrounded by snow and ice. The top of it reached into the clouds, and I wondered how large it actually was.

Blar hopped up on the table and looked at the book.

“You think you can get us there, little buddy?” I asked. “Not too close, though. We need the element of surprise here.”

Blar looked at the portrait, pursed his lips, and then nodded.

The girls and I quickly retrieved our armor from the cart, and Kas cast a spell to keep us warm in the frigid temperatures of Jotunheim. It was still early in the day, so we had plenty of time to look around once we got there.

I only hoped we’d be able to find some frost giants fairly quickly. I wanted to get into those caves as soon as possible, and there was no way we could go in looking like Asgardians.

The Asgardians and the frost giants were sworn enemies, and we’d be slaughtered as soon as we were spotted. Eira and I were great warriors, and Kas and Asta were on their way to becoming great as well, but even with our skills and our dragons, there was only so much we could do if we were trapped and outnumbered ten-to-one.

We had to be smart about this, and disguising ourselves was the best way to get into the caves unnoticed.

Once we were all ready to go, Blar created a portal, and the girls and I clasped hands and stepped through.

As soon as I opened my eyes in Jotunheim, I could see a small light in front of me. I realized this was the entrance to the caves, but we weren’t standing on the outside.

Blar’s portal had brought us into the caves.

“Where in the Hel did you come from?” a man’s voice growled, and I turned around to see a large group of frost giants behind us.

There were at least ten of them, they were clearly warriors, and they started to pull swords and axes from their hips as they slowly walked toward us. They were huge, at least three