The Last of the FiredrakesThe Avalonia Chronicles, Book 1
Farah Oomerbhoy
The Last of the Firedrakes: The Avalonia Chronicles, Book 1
Copyright © 2019 Farah Oomerbhoy
2nd Edition
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance of fictional characters to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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eBook ISBN: 978-1-940014-72-2
Paperback ISBN: 978-1-63489-283-4
Hardcover ISBN: 978-1-940014-70-8
Audiobook ISBN: 978-1-63489-279-7
Library of Congress Catalog Number: 2015944123
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First Printing: 2019
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To my father, the most courageous man
I have ever known. Rest in peace.
Contents
1. Chance
2. Redstone Manor
3. Kidnapped
4. The Black Wolf
5. Avalonia
6. The Fae
7. The Midnight Market
8. Snow
9. The Duke
10. Silverthorne Castle
11. Lessons in Magic
12. Shield
13. The Heir
14. Journey to Evolon
15. The Academy of Magic
16. The Blackwaters
17. The Lion’s Den
18. First Love
19. The Book of Abraxas
20. Neris
21. Damien
22. Queen in Training
23. The First Test
24. The Summer Palace
25. The Royal Ball
26. The Council
27. Morgana
28. Return of The Dark Queen
29. The Dagger of Dragath
30. A Plan
Next up for Aurora…
The Rise of the Dawnstar: Prologue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Chance
“Get up!” said a familiar but thoroughly irritating voice. “Get up, you freak, and stop that awful shrieking.”
I sat up in my bed, sweat pouring from me, my heart beating so fast I had to take deep breaths to calm down. I knew it was only a dream, but it always felt so real, as if I had actually lived through it.
I shielded my eyes from the soft rays of buttery sunlight that streamed in through the small white window beside my bed as I turned to see my fuming cousin, Cornelia, glaring at me.
She huffed and preened at herself in the mirror, applying her favorite caramel-flavored lip gloss and smacking her lips. Her perfect blonde curls were neatly styled and pulled back with an emerald green headband. “It’s eight o’clock, Aurora. Get ready. We are so late. I don’t want to get into trouble because of you again. We already missed the bus; Ms. Holden is going to have a fit.”
She was already dressed for school, with her uniform and coat on. She flicked a glance toward me. “And if you are going to go on screaming like this every night, I am going to have to gag you. I just can’t bear it anymore.” She turned back to her perfect reflection. “Maybe you need to see a shrink,” she added as an afterthought.
I tried to keep my anger in check as I rolled out of bed. “Okay, okay, I’m up. Give me five,” I muttered and went in for a shower.
Cornelia was an insufferable pain in the neck and the worst person to share a room with, but she was my cousin, so I really didn’t have any choice in the matter. Maybe I did need a shrink. I couldn’t control the nightmares, and I had no idea why I kept having the same dream over and over again.
It only started a few months ago, on the night of my sixteenth birthday. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see my mother running down an obscure, shadowy corridor, carrying me in her arms. I could actually feel the heat of the flames that licked at her heels as a woman she called Morgana came rushing toward us with a gleaming dagger raised to strike. But I never knew what happened next; it always ended the same way—with a flash of light and me screaming.
I couldn’t remember anything about my birth parents until this dream had started. And somehow I instinctively knew that the fair-haired woman in the dream was my real mother. I was adopted when I was just over two years old and was fortunate that the clothes I was wearing at the time had my name embroidered on them when my adoptive parents found me; otherwise, I wouldn’t even know what it really was.
The warm shower dispelled the visions of daggers and burning corridors, and I struggled to get dressed as fast as I could.
Cornelia was pacing up and down our room as I quickly pulled on my ill-fitting uniform: a moss-colored blazer over a white shirt, tucked into a pleated tartan skirt. I adjusted the school crest on the left chest pocket.
Cornelia’s eyes were like ice chips as she glared at me, her arms crossed, tapping her foot. “Come on. Hurry up.”
I wore my scruffy black shoes and rummaged through the piles of books on my desk. “Where’s the rest of my homework?”
Cornelia put her hands on her hips. “The crumpled sheets lying on your desk?”
I glared at her and nodded.
Cornelia grinned, a sly look creeping into her eyes, and shrugged. “I threw them out with the trash last night after you went to sleep. Mummy said to clean the room, so I did.”
“But those were my notes,” I ground out through clenched teeth.
Cornelia dismissed me with a wave of her hand. “Well, you shouldn’t leave them lying all over the place if they are so important.”
My fingers balled into fists, and I was moments away from punching her in the face. “They were not lying around. They were on my desk.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Like I said, you should have taken better care of your things.”
Sighing, I resigned myself to the fact that I would
