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    The Last Golden Dragon
    The Last Golden Dragon
    The Last Golden Dragon
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    The Last Golden Dragon

    By Keri Peardon

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    Aine is a willful young woman, determined to travel the world and become a bard of great renown. But first she has to have stories to tell. So one night she sneaks away from home and sets out on a journey to find the last golden dragon.

    But, instead, she meets Eamonn—a solitary young man who is not quite what he seems. A lifelong companion of the dragon, he can give Aine the stories she’s looking for, but can she give him what he needs most in return?

    “The Last Golden Dragon” is a romantic fairy tale of approximately 14,000 words. Although intended for an adult audience, its PG rating makes it acceptable for pre-teens and teens as well.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKeri Peardon
    Release dateJul 10, 2012
    ISBN9781476198866
    The Last Golden Dragon
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    Keri Peardon

    Keri Peardon graduated from Hollins University in Roanoke, VA in 2001 with a B.A. in History and a strong background in creative writing. She is a life-long resident of Tennessee, and is currently employed as a legal assistant to a private-practice attorney. In addition to writing, she is active in medieval re-enacting.

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      The Last Golden Dragon - Keri Peardon

      Notes

      The setting of this story is fantasy, but based on Ireland.

      Aine – Gaelic version of Anna. Pronounced Ah-nuh.

      Eammon – Gaelic name, pronounced A-mun.

      Blast the heat! Aine puffed.

      The day was unusually hot, even for the middle of summer. The sun shone merrily in the rich blue sky, and there was neither cloud nor tree to provide any shade along the road.

      Since dawn, Aine had been traveling across a broad, flat expanse of farmland, following a narrow and dusty lane. She had finally reached the mountain which had loomed in the hazy distance for several days, but the determination which had marked the beginning of her climb was seriously flagging. The mountain was steeper than it had first appeared and the sun was relentless. She felt hot and sticky and was completely irritated.

      She plopped down on a rock. Blast and damn it all! she swore loudly.

      Such strong language from a woman, a male voice mockingly chided.

      Aine gasped in surprise, looking up; someone was coming down the trail. She had been so busy climbing, she had never noticed anyone else was there.

      For a moment the sun was at the man’s back and she squinted against it as she looked at him—his face lost in shadow, the sun like a glorious golden halo around him. Then he moved closer and his features could be seen.

      He was about her age—eighteen at the most. His long hair, tied back at the nape of his neck, was a deep, rich blonde, like honey, and so fine that a few strands floated loose around him. His eyes were as blue as the sky and all the more noticeable for his fair skin.

      He smiled at her.

      Aine flushed with embarrassment. E-excuse me, she stammered. I didn’t know there was anyone else here.

      So you only curse when you’re alone? Hmm, the things women will say when men aren’t around.

      She turned quite red. No, I didn’t mean it like that.

      He put his foot on a rock and leaned casually against his knee. I’m sorry. I’m being rude to tease you. But do tell me: what brings you out here alone? The path is safe enough, but rather arduous.

      The flush of color slowly left Aine’s cheeks. I’ve come to look for the last golden dragon.

      What do you want one of those for?

      Well, he is the last, she said, as if that explained everything.

      Aye, so I’ve heard.

      I want to see him. I’ve never seen a dragon before.

      Yes, they are quite rare now in any color.

      All the more reason to see one. I want to tell of it when I am old and gray and there are none left.

      And what will you do once you’ve seen him?

      Go home, I suppose.

      And where is home?

      In a little village to the southeast. I doubt you’ve heard of it. It’s where the Artre River runs into the sea.

      He looked astonished. That’s… that’s a hundred miles from here if it’s one.

      She nodded. I’ve been walking for over a week.

      All that just to see some dragon?

      I’m going to be a bard one day and travel the land telling stories. That’s why I have to find the last golden dragon, you see; I have to know his story.

      But what if he’d rather eat you than tell you his secrets?

      She snorted. Golden dragons are good dragons; they never eat people.

      Well then, what do you suppose they eat?

      I don’t know. All the more reason to see him and ask.

      The boy smiled. All right then. I’ll take you to him.

      She blinked in surprise. What? You knew where he was all along?

      He laughed sheepishly, running his hand over his hair. Everyone knows he lives in these parts, and I have a good idea where he might be. Certainly it’s the biggest cave around here—the only one fit for a dragon to live in, I would think.

      Then what are we waiting for? Aine asked, bounding up with renewed energy

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