The Unspeller and the Book of Days
The Book of Days
Their walk to the Council was solemn. Dalynara seemed to be having a discussion that none of
them could hear, her attention far away.
Once again Aesa found himself in the room with the empty throne and the Council members.
It was Lanigan who spoke first, his strangely accented voice ringing in the Council chamber. "The
Unspeller is among us again and he has also brought the Book of Days.”
Aesa was suddenly amused. Lanigan spoke as if the Unspeller had appeared yesterday and Laeron
had hatched that morning. They'd been with everyone all along.
“And the End of magic,” Dalynara said, her voice hushed, pale face nearly white. She was not even
remotely amused, he could tell.
“What do you mean?” Lord Kikritan asked, his beady eyes darting to the other Council members.
Aesa's amusement evaporated. Now they would know he was bringing the End. This time it wouldn't
be mere speculation, it would be the truth. What would they do with him? Would they try to exile him to save
Before Dalynara could explain, Dex appeared, shining brightly. His clothes were the same, except for
a cloak, dark black, that hung around shoulders. Even Dalynara seemed taken aback, and stepped away from
Hear me, Council of King Exinder. I am the first Unspeller. We have been given another and I advise you, for the
sake of all Tuatha, to help him.
“Alexander,” Bephistoles said, standing up from his chair. “You must explain! How is it possible that
this boy will end magic? Isn't there something we can do?”
I am not here to stop the End. It wasn't shouting exactly, but the words were forceful, nonetheless, almost
angry. You have the Unspeller again and now the Book of Days as well.
Prince Lanigan asked, “Where is the book?”
Aesa found himself the center of attention. He swallowed. “The Book of Days is Laeron, the black
The sea prince turned to the ghost. “Is this true?”
Yes. I could not destroy the book as you asked me to because the book is alive. It is not Laeron’s fault that Badaskith
laid this burden on him.
"The Dragon Emperor will try to claim him," Lanigan said.
He does not know. Yet. Dex said.
“I suppose we can keep it from him,” the prince said. “But I can assure you he will come for
Laeron—he will claim that the dragon is part of the empire.”
"He isn't an object to be claimed," Aesa interrupted. "He has a right to make his own decisions and
no one owns him."
"Except you," Lanigan pointed out.
"He doesn't belong to me any more than I belong to him."
"But you can persuade him," Kikritan said, and the truth of it repulsed Aesa. To manipulate his
friend, even if it seemed like it was for everyone's benefit, was unthinkable.
"Laeron is a dragon, not a book," he said, glaring at them. "He has the right to decide where he goes
and what he does, just like all of us."
"As long as no one knows he is the Book of Days. Once his abilities are discovered he will be highly
sought after as a slave or to be destroyed," Lanigan said.
Lord Kikritan's beady eyes glittered. "He must swear an oath of fealty to the king. We will protect
him if he is one of us."
Memnara scowled at him. "We will protect him if he isn't, Kikritan. He is not to be cast aside because
he does not obey our every whim."