“I think that’s a good idea.” Kas nodded. ‘“I know with magic, sometimes it’s better to touch something to sense its properties.”
I nodded, but her use of the word magic gave me pause for a moment. I’d never considered myself magical, and it was still new for me to think I had any sort of abilities.
Besides, I always felt magic was completely out of my reach, and that it would be something people had to work hard to achieve. My abilities with dragons came so naturally, there didn’t seem to be anything magical about it. At least, not to me.
“Let’s see what else we can find around here,” I said.
The girls dispersed and started to walk around the small, icy room to try and find anything that would give us some inkling as to what the Elf King was up to. This seemed like such a strange place to keep dragon eggs, and I wondered if the cold helped them go into a dormant state. It might make sense, considering dragons were typically fire-breathing creatures who liked heat. Perhaps this was why the frost giants had brought them here in the first place, because their home made a great place to store dragon eggs.
There were at least ten shelves in the dome-like area of the cavern, and each shelf was packed with dragon eggs leaned up against each other. As I walked around, I admired each egg and imagined its family and where it came from.
Even with how many eggs there were here, though, I still didn’t see any speckled ones like Blar’s egg had been.
In all of our travels, and with how many dragons we’d saved, I figured I would have found at least one egg that looked like his, or one other dragon with his same shape, but I still had yet to come across any that looked even remotely similar to him.
All the dragons we’d seen looked like Inger and Uffe. Of course, each of them was beautiful and wonderful, but I still wondered where Blar came from.
The only other dragon that looked remotely like him was Nidhug, and nobody in all the realms knew where he came from, not with how old he was.
The room we were in was small, and with how it was built, I couldn’t imagine there were any secret areas, but then again, I hadn’t expected there to be a cavern at the end of this tunnel, either. So, I looked all around to see if I could spot anything that might lead to somewhere else, but I didn’t see any other doors besides the one we’d come through.
Suddenly, Blar landed on my shoulder, and I could sense the little dragon’s sadness. He wrapped his lower half around me and clipped his back feet on my hip to steady himself as I reached up and rubbed his chin.
“I know, buddy,” I told him with a smile. “But we’re going to get them back home.”
As much as I could sense Blar’s emotions and understand him, I didn’t know exactly what he was thinking, and I wondered if he was thinking about his own history, just like I was. The little dragon had to wonder where he came from, especially since I’d been boiling him to eat when he hatched.
Then again, I had no idea how long ago he’d been stolen, so I didn’t know if he was able to recall anything before he hatched.
The little dragon we’d just taken back to Alfheim from the council’s chambers had been able to feel inside of his shell, but he’d also been incredibly close to hatching.
There was no way to tell when Blar was stolen, it could’ve been centuries ago for all I knew, but I wouldn’t let that stop me from trying to find his family.
Of course, I was his family, and he was mine, and something deep inside told me we were meant to be together, but I thought he deserved to at least know where he came from.
“Rath,” Asta said, and her voice cracked with emotion.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, and I rushed over to where the white-haired elf girl sat on the floor.
I knelt down next to her and saw a light-pink egg on her lap, and she looked up at me with golden eyes filled with tears.
“It’s cracked,” she sniffled, and she turned the egg slightly so I could see a huge break in the shell on the side of it.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
“Is the baby okay?” Asta asked, and she bit her lip to try and hold back tears.
“I don’t know.” I shook my head.
“What are we going to do?” the elf girl asked as a hot tear ran down her cheek.
“We’re going to fix it,” I told her.
I just wasn’t sure how yet.
Chapter 18
“What’s going on?” Eira asked as she and Kas crowded around us.
“The egg is cracked,” I said, and I held the little pale-pink egg up for them to see.
“Oh, no,” Kas breathed, and she lifted her hand to cover her mouth.
“Can you fix it?” Eira asked.
“I’ve never tried to heal a broken egg.” I pursed my lips. “I can try, though.”
“What about you, Kas?” Eira asked. “If Rath can’t fix it, can you?”
“I’ve never healed a broken egg, either,” the strawberry-blonde said, but she took a deep breath and looked at the redhead. “But I’ll try my best.”
“Rath, you should try first,” Asta pushed.
“Yes, your powers revolve around dragons,” Kas added. “It would make sense you’d be able to heal them, too.”
“Aren’t healing powers totally different?” Eira asked.
“You might be right.” Kas pursed her lips again. “I’m not sure.”
“I’ll try,” I said. “But Kas, you should look up a spell just in case.”
“I’m on
