A Dragon’s Spell Volume 1 Bonus Book

Character Photos, Bios, and Side Quests

Abby Arthur

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

A DRAGON’S SPELL VOLUME 1 BONUS BOOK

Copyright © 2020 by Abby Arthur

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First eBook edition December 2020

Book cover design by Miss Nat Mack

Interior design by Abby Arthur

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1

Albree

Photo and Bio

Name

Albree Seth Vaydmehn

(AL-bree) (VAYD-men)

Name Meaning:

1st  Guardian

2nd Appointed

3rd  Man of Proving

Nickname

Al

Birthday

Mûlay 23, 1217 J.E. (March)

Age

Almost 16 in Fire and Shadow

Eye Color

Amethyst/Purple

Jäyûnic Ability

Shadow Walking

Race

Human

Kingdom

Jasikx

Title/Status

Prince (2nd in line to the throne of Jasikx)

Parents

King Denifo and the Late Queen Sora

Siblings

Twin brother (Elder) – Tarrek

Little Sister — Sheva

Weapon of Choice

Needles shot from his gauntlets

Known Languages

Fluent in Aluens (The national language) and Grâstömèn (The dark magic language)

Can get by in Ancient Naerthen (The human’s natural magical language)

Is learning Choy (The language of southern Jasikx)

Hobbies

Playing guitar

Writing songs/singing

Video games

Pet

A gryphon named Wihxen

Favorite Color

Yellow

Favorite Alëunná Band/ Vocal Artist:

Larch Mouth – Gothic metal

The Masks – Hard Rock

Playing with Fire – Rock

Biggest Dream in Life

To be free of Csharynn (The Dragon’s) control.

Greatest Weakness

Girls with red hair

Deepest Secret

He’s great at keeping secrets

Anything special?

A tattoo of a dagger along the inner part of his left bicep

Plays bass for Sheva and the Serenities

Random Fact:

When he was ten, he got his first bass guitar … He played ’til his fingers bleed and kept sealing the wounds with magic. He didn’t want to stop playing! Now, if you look carefully, you can see scars under the calluses on his left fingers.

2

Albree Tells A Story

A Dragon’s Spell Side Quest

Nine-year-old Albree hugged his bathrobe close to his body, purple eyes wide with fright. He didn’t want his little sister to see too much of his bare little being. “What are you doing in my room?” he cried. “You’re supposed to be in bed now, Sheva. You’re going to get us both in trouble if mum finds you here.”

His little sister looked up, those ice-blue eyes of hers glistening with innocence. “I can’t sleep,” she said. 

Albree’s brow narrowed, asking why that mattered to him. He got his answer when Sheva ran and wrapped her little arms around his waist. A loving hug Albree could have done without. 

Sheva said, “Tarrek can’t tell me a bedtime story because he isn’t feeling good. But he always tells me a story before I go to bed.” Sheva gave Albree her best puppy-dog face. “Will you please tell me a story!”

With a lip twitching in disgust, Albree pried his sister’s arms from his robe-covered waist. He brushed wet hair from his eyes and frowned. 

Telling his sister a story was the last thing he wanted to do before bed. Especially since he’d just gotten this wicked new video game for his handheld play-mate. During his shower, he’d decided to play it under the shelter of his covers. Mum would never know… but now this?

Leave it to Sheva to put a damper on his fun…

Albree’s purple eyes sparkled as an idea crossed his mind. “Ok, I’ll tell you a story.” 

He couldn’t hide a mischievous grin.

Sheva beamed with excitement and scuttled her little body over to Albree’s bed. She crawled in under his covers and waited eagerly for the story to begin. 

Albree paused a moment, mouth hung open. He wanted to tell the little nuisance she wasn’t allowed on his bed, but a grin overtook his irritation, and he began his tale:

“One million thousand years ago, before the creation of man, there lived a unicorn.” Sheva’s eyes widened with glee—for unicorns were her favorite. “This unicorn was not white like most unicorns. It was black as coal. Its horn was as sharp as a sword, and its eyes were as red as fire. Evil radiated in those eyes.

“One day this black unicorn saw a rainbow in the sky. The rainbow’s colors were bright and cheery, leading the black unicorn like a beacon to his prey. Who did he hunt? He hunted those happy little unicorns you love, which live at the end of rainbows. Oblivious, they pranced there, eating their sherbet-poop and dancing around so happy they were farting butterflies. That is, until the black unicorn killed them all. The end.”

Albree beamed with satisfaction as glee melted from Sheva’s face. Her ice-blue eyes fogged with dismay.

“That’s it?” she asked.

Albree nodded, his grin still shining. 

“Tarrek tells better stories,” Sheva said flatly, crawling out from Albree’s covers. Shaking her head, she left the room and never asked Albree to tell her a bedtime story again. And that’s exactly what Albree had hoped for.

3

Hinya

Photo and Bio

Name

Hinya Vandiir

Name Meaning:

1st Power

2nd Good

Nickname

None

Birthday

Árïen 12, 1125 J.E. (February)

Age

108

Eye Color

Neon Red

Jäyûnic Ability

Healing

Race

Ètâscèn

Kingdom

South Lemuel

Title/Status

Peasant Healer

Parents

Father – Edgar

Mother - Zara

Siblings

Brother – Tristian

Weapon of Choice

Magic

Known Languages

Aluens (National Alëunná Language)

Hayönï (Ètâscèn’s magical tongue)

Omani (Language of South Lemuel)

Hobbies

People watching

Pet

A cat named Riggy (he passed away a few years ago)

Favorite Color

Orange

Favorite Alëunná Band/ Vocal Artist:

Quinn – a folk singer from fifty years ago

Biggest Dream in Life

To become a great chef

Greatest Weakness

People close to death

Deepest Secret

She knows Albree’s future

Random Fact:

She’s lived in Pusun Village (the place Albree met her) all her life. Of course, she’s traveled for school and healing studies. But Pusun has always been her home.

4

Destiny Calls

A Dragon’s Spell Side Quest

Something pulled on my chest, a call from destiny I couldn’t ignore. It woke me at dawn, before anyone in this tiny village would think of stirring.

Hinya, he needs you. I didn’t hear the words. I felt them—vibrating in my chest, whispering to my soul. I knew I couldn’t ignore the call, for this sort of thing was a rare happening to my kind. And Ètâscèns are bound by their DNA to help.  

The dark-blue birthmark on my hand tingled. The magic inside me swirled with urgency. 

Pushing my blankets off, I slid into my slippers, grabbed a scrunchy to secure back my red and blond locks, and rushed out the door. It creaked open, and I cringed. The noise echoed through the servant’s quarters of the inn I dwelt. 

Heart pounding, I stood still, listening to the surrounding rooms, hoping no one stirred. 

Hurry, the silent urging of my Ètâscèn spirit said. 

I moved, following the pull on my heart. Rushing out the servant’s entrance, I saw a barely lit morning. 

My slippers hastened across the dirt ground. My night gown fluttered about my legs. And once I cleared the alley, none of that mattered.

The boy, the young man, my spirit spoke of lay there. His flesh was burned so badly I couldn’t see his face. His shirt was melted into his middle. 

I ran. The humming of my magic grew the closer I got. My birthmark glowed as I placed it on his melted forehead, and the words of healing I’ve studied for years slid through my lips. 

He was nearly dead.

He can’t die, my soul said. He’s a descendant of Clyde. He must live. 

My breathing quivered with the knowledge. Destiny was a strange thing, linked to many lives, and woven across time. 

“I will do my part,” I said to my soul and grabbed the boy’s dagger from his belt. 

I closed my eyes and held my breath before cutting a slit in my chest. It burned and hissed as my blue blood melted from the wound. 

But to save a dying human, one must do drastic things. 

I cut a slit into the boy’s chest, too. Used my magic to pull light, blue like a frozen lilac, from my wound, and pushed it through its twin in the boy. 

My spirit. 

Part of it, at least.

It shivered as it left me, and I shook with its absence. 

But the boy sucked in a deep breath, and the sacrifice of my self gave life back to him.

5

Tarrek

Photo and Bio

Name

Tarrek Jentry Vaydmehn

(TAHR-ek) (VAYD-men)

Name Meaning

1st Morning Star

2nd Well Born, Noble

3rd Man of Proving

Nickname

Rick

He hates being called Tar

Birthday

Mûlay 23rd 1217 (March)

Age

16

Eye Color

Amethyst/Purple

Jäyûnic Ability

Invisibility

Race

Human

Kingdom

Jasikx

Title/Status

Crown Prince of Jasikx

Parents

King Denifo and the Late Queen Sora

Siblings

Twin Brother (Younger) - Albree

Little Sister - Sheva

Weapon of Choice

Bow

Known Languages

Fluent in Aluens (The national language) and Grâstömèn (The dark magic language)

Can get by in Ancient Naerthen (The human’s natural magical language)

Is learning Choy (The language of southern Jasikx)

Hobbies

Listening to music

Writing poetry

Pet

Gryphon named Fillin

Favorite Color

Sapphire

Favorite Alëunná Band/ Vocal Artist

Larch Mouth – Gothic-metal

The Masks – Hard Rock, Jasikish

Biggest Dream in Life

To be someone else

Greatest Weakness

The Darkness Within

Deepest Secret

He can't remember the last time he had fun

Anything special?

Tattoo of a human skull on his lower abdomen

Random Fact:

When he was little, he once ate all the fresh baked cookies at Grandmum’s cottage… and blamed it on the birds. Albree and Sheva were so upset they didn’t get to eat any, they hated birds for a week.

6

Poet at Heart

A Dragon’s Spell Side Quest

Sunlight whispered to ten-year-old Tarrek as he sat in the chair at his grandmum’s cottage. Fresh air brushed his nose from the bay windows that were open at his side, and the giggles of his little sister being chased by his twin touched his ears. 

He didn’t hear anything. Didn’t feel anything. 

At least, not from what was outside. 

No, everything he felt came from the words in the book he held: Summer’s Heart by the poet Makenzie Vandiir. 

Grandmum’s cottage had many books, most from the manor that rested below the quaint place. Thousands of years had left Red Meadow Mansion buried, but all the family treasures still lingered safely inside. This book was one of those treasures.

I came across a place we met,

Years gone by like wind.

Remember the things we said?

When we knew we couldn’t win.

Always strong,

You were my friend.

Never shy of a fight. 

Always I will be, 

Forever by your side.

Little Tarrek paused, letting the words of the poem linger in his heart. Something about it seemed real. Seemed like it belonged to him.

“That’s my favorite,” a kind voice said, and Tarrek jumped, his spirit nearly startled out of his body. 

“Mum,” he said to the beautiful woman with hair as black as his. But her eyes, they were ice-blue like his grandmum’s, like his sister’s. 

“What do you like most about it?” Queen Sora asked as she sat on the armrest of Tarrek’s chair. 

He didn’t answer right away, but looked at the page. His chest still swam with emotions. 

“It’s like he’s talking to me. Like I’m the person he was writing to.”

Sora smiled gently; an expression full of love that swam with secrets. She lifted a pen from the tiny table at her side and held it to her son.

“Maybe you should write back,” she said. 

Tarrek took the pen. “How would I do that?”

“Speak from your heart,” Sora said, before rising from the chair.

As she walked away, Tarrek looked back to the book, pencil to his lip in thought. And just as mum said, he listened to the magic that swirled in his chest. Not the same kind that made him invisible. A kind that simply inspired. And out of that inspiration, his first poem was born.

Too much time has passed

I can’t speak to your face

You know who I am

Somehow you’ve seen me

A memory you can’t erase.

7

Zi

Photo and Bio

Name

Zi

(Zee)

Name Meaning

1st Wolf

Nickname

Not Applicable

Birthday

Nádö’mä 13th 1216 (January)

Age

17

Eye Color

Black

Jäyûnic Ability

Artisan – can learn any form of Jäyûnic Ability as long as he studies it.

Race

Human

Kingdom

Jasikx

Title/Status

Adopted son of the Dragon of Darkness

Parents/Guardian

Csharynn – Dragon of Darkness

Siblings

None

Weapon of Choice

Magic

Known Languages

Fluent in Aluens (The national language) and Grâstömèn (The dark magic language)

Hobbies

Driving Sheva nuts, and sparring (Because he always wins)

Pet

None

Favorite Color

Black - Duh

Favorite Alëunná Band/ Vocal Artist

Sheva and the Serenities (But don’t tell them that)

He also enjoys listening to the musical adaptions of the Chronicles of Clyde – because Csharynn hates the Chronicles of Clyde.

Biggest Dream in Life

Mary Sheva …

Greatest Weakness

Sheva crying

Deepest Secret

His words: I knit when I’m frustrated. I’ve made quite a few sweaters lately… and a really long scarf

Anything special?

Tattoo of a rose on the back of his calf

Random Fact:

Juice boxes. His favorite drinks are in a juice box… maybe because they are an easy way to council wine? Just a bit of magic, and wine goes in the box. Pop in a straw, and no one’s the wiser.

8

Secrets Locked

A Dragon’s Spell Side Quest

Zi was ten when he first met Sheva, the princess of Jasikx. She was everything a princess should be. 

Bold. Demanding. Obnoxious. 

What more could you ask of an eight-year-old who had it all? But whose mom had just died. 

Well, not just died, murdered… right in front of Sheva. 

Gods, he loved how that little girl ran, dress flaring around her feet. Hair billowing. And the way she screamed, so full of life and power. 

Yes. Power. For this little princess sparked with it. Ice-blue light that matched her eyes flared and burned like a daring flame. It teased Zi, called to him. 

And in response, his black smoke swam. It matched her flames at every angle. And what fun it was to spar the princess. She was a child willing and able, even though she lost her mum. 

But she only lost one when Zi had lost two. Raised in an orphanage since he was three. There was no one to remember him. No one to care. 

He’d grown up alone with the headmaster to whip him when he did wrong. Like when his magic failed to listen and shattered windows, broke chairs. 

Maybe he would have killed a kid. Not on purpose… or maybe so.

But then there was the dragon. Csharynn. 

She came to save the day. Zi’s magic was too great for the orphanage, but not too great to keep the dragon away. 

So she took him in her care. Made him her ward, never to be called mother, for she was not that.

And there grew Zi, under the guidance of her might. At his side, he watched Sheva fight. That princess of fire, of light, of strength. Who caught his eye from the very first day.

Though she troubled from the pain she went through; he would watch and wait and be by her side. Because one day, “She will be mine.”

And this is true, or maybe it’s not. 

For one day, Zi’s secrets may no longer stay locked.

About the Author

Abby Arthur lives in small town Iowa with her husband and son. She’s absolutely obsessed with writing young adult fantasy and mildly enjoys sleeping, eating, and breathing. When she’s not writing, she’s thinking of her next book to create and watching Asian shows or Marvel movies.

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