Are you ready for another chapter of Dragons of Wellsdeep? This is one that dredges up quite a bit of personal history here. It makes it that fine line where fiction and reality merge.

For starters, the thing (and I won’t spoil any of it) that Sapere Lyma tells to Balthier is something I remember my mother saying. It’s probably my way of saying that I miss her; those little things that slip in that make me think of her.

Then there is Moonhunter all hanging out in his cabin. Yeah, I wasn’t the best child. YOu know how everyone says, “Beware of the quiet ones”? Yeah, that was me. Quiet, shy, and always plotting something. Honestly, writing probably kept me out of a lot of trouble because I could disappear mentally from my small town onto some adventure with people I liked. (Yes, read what you will into that sentence — you probably won’t be far off.) When I wasn’t writing, I was certain that there were secrets to be discovered, adventures waiting for me to uncover, and getting into places I shouldn’t be. Generally I kept this all contained within the ranch where I grew up. My dad knew every cop in town, so I didn’t want anything out-of-line to get back to him. I walked a fine line between quiet and troublemaker.

As such, I was often up to something I didn’t want anyone else to know about. Honestly, I still don’t.

Side note: I was recently sent a picture of Loki. Across the top, it said, “Good girls go to heaven.” One the bottom, “Bad girls go to Asgard with Loki.” I was asked if I thought this were true. All I could do was snicker. Oh yes, when it is my time, I have no doubt that Loki will be waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge. ‘Nuff said!

It’s a good thing I’m still a writer.

I do remember many days when I was a teen when I would head off to my room to be by myself. My mom, bless her heart, was certain that I was doing drugs. Never. Not once. (Again, I have the worlds that I slip through to via a hole in the paper — who needs drugs when you have that ability?) That is honestly what I’d do in my room. Okay, there was the pyromaniac part of me that burned stuff just to watch it burn — hence the smell which made my mom think “Drugs!” I swear it was just paper. Usually full of bad teenage poetry. Things I didn’t want anyone else to know about — better to burn it than to have it discovered! I would also write (obviously), listen to the radio (because the only time we could hear the rock stations was after it got dark), and dream about far off places and a life beyond a little town.

I always felt that this was Moonhunter in this chapter, waiting for his life beyond what he was doing now. Sometimes, I think that’s the hardest part about growing up.

Then, just when you reach it, you wish you hadn’t wanted it to come so badly.

To the chapter!

Dragons of Wellsdeep is an epic science fantasy story filled with action, adventure, space travel, magic, dragons, and flying. Chapter 5 is available for 1 week only! Then it will turn back into a pumpkin and a new chapter will appear! 

 

Dragons of Wellsdeep

Chapter 5

by Dawn Blair

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