TITLE: Kala, The Dragonkeeper
GENRE: Middle Grade Fantasy
Tap, tap. A ripple of excitement ran through the crowd at the sound, and Marrak, the sorcerer, hurried over to where Kala stood.
Kala had dressed with care that morning, knowing this was the most important day of her life so far, and that many eyes would be on her. She was pleased with her white woolen tunic and cloak. They were the finest clothes she had ever owned. She’d twisted her dark hair into a single thick braid and let it hang down to her waist.
Marrak pulled something out of his robes and handed it to her. It was a heavy silver clip with runes enameled in violet and red on its surface. It felt slimy when Kala touched it.
“Pin it on,” Marrak said, bending over her and blotting out the weak winter sunshine.
Kala fastened it to the shoulder of her tunic then wiped her fingers on her cloak.
“Now tell me, Kala, what is your first duty?” he said.
“As soon as he comes out, I am to say, ‘I name you, Varson, for you are adopted as the son of the king.’”
“And how will you know when the time is right?”
“My eyes will be shut, because I fear the power of his beauty, so I shall speak when I hear you say, ‘Now, Kala.’”
“Good, good. Don’t make a mistake.” Marrak’s voice was menacing.
Kala shivered and pulled the cloak tightly round her.
Marrak smiled a nasty little smile. “I see you understand the consequences of failure.”