Dragon Captives

  Contents

  Tragedy in the Jungle

  A Fight

  Taking a Toll

  The Day of Remembrance

  The Dragons’ Plight

  Living Life in Peace

  Weighing Risks

  A Story to Remember

  A Daring Plan

  Sneaking Off

  The Adventure Begins

  Rough Waters

  Artimé on Alert

  To the Rescue

  A Perilous Flight

  A Tenuous Landing

  The Black Cliffs of Grimere

  Glen Freer Market

  The Most Magical Ones

  More Than She’d Bargained For

  Saving Seth

  To the Rescue

  Lost and Alone

  The Other Children

  Friend or Foe

  A Temporary Setback

  A Major Setback

  A Night Visitor

  In the Middle of the Night

  The Trek to the Castle

  The Castle Grimere

  The Dungeon

  Seth and Fifer Improvise

  A Stranger in the Dark

  Thisbe Gets a Shock

  Hiding Something

  A Familiar Voice

  Figuring Things Out

  One Thing after Another

  Stupid Magic

  Expelled

  Redoubled Efforts

  A Major Change of Plans

  To the Rescue

  Taking Flight

  Seth Rides Again

  Making Their Escape

  Together Again

  Dragons Away

  On the Auction Block

  To Safety

  Grave Peril

  The Catacombs

  A Final Blow

  About Lisa McMann

  To my faithful Instagram friends: Your love and support of the Unwanteds world means everything to me. Thank you!

  Tragedy in the Jungle

  Thisbe Stowe glided through the vines in the dim light, with her twin sister, Fifer, right behind her. They were far deeper inside the jungle of Artimé than they’d ever ventured before. Much farther than their brother, Alex, the leader of the magical world, would allow. There were horrible living statues and creatures here that would attack them, he’d said. Creations carved from stone or molded from clay and brought to life with strong magic in the early days of Artimé. Not all of Artimé’s creatures were dangerous, but the ones banished to the jungle most certainly were.

  As the girls crept forward to a small clearing, Fifer spied an entrance to a dark cave some distance away. She jabbed Thisbe with her elbow and pointed excitedly at it. They’d never come across something like this before. Thisbe paused to look, trying to discern between shadows and crevices, and watching for any sign of danger. Sensing none, they started toward it.

  Each footstep crackled. Every now and then, Thisbe hesitated and put her hand up for silence. They stopped and listened, then continued on. When Thisbe heard a rustling that wasn’t theirs, her heart quickened. She turned sharply to see if Fifer had heard it too. The look on Fifer’s face told her she had.

  The noise grew louder. Nearer. A few treetops began to waver, letting slivers of bright sunlight in before the branches covered the girls in shadows again. Something was coming, and it was definitely big.

  “Maybe it’s the rock,” whispered Fifer. The enormous living rock that roamed about the jungle, watching over its creatures, was nameless, at least to these visitors.

  “Maybe,” said Thisbe, sounding doubtful. “Come on.” She pushed forward, periodically looking back to try to see what was following them, but she couldn’t make out anything in the low light. As they moved, the noise from their pursuer stopped. Thisbe glanced at Fifer. Perhaps it hadn’t detected them.

  Fifer peered in the direction of the cave, dying to know what was inside, but her nerves got the better of her. She gripped Thisbe’s shirtsleeve. “It’s too dangerous. I think we should go back.”

  Thisbe nodded. But how? They’d have to go past the thing making noise in order to get back to the safety of Artimé’s lush grounds. “This way,” she whispered, pointing in a different direction. “We’ll go around and take the tube home.”

  The rustling started again, and Fifer strained her eyes toward the noise. Would they be able to see the creature before it saw them? “Do you think it could be Panther?” she asked anxiously. Panther, carved from ebony-colored stone, had become slightly tamer in recent years than she’d once been, but she was still unpredictable and dangerous.

  “Panther doesn’t make the trees move. Shh.” Thisbe headed away from the noise, stepping carefully, but there was no possible way to be silent.

  The rustling behind them began again, then turned to loud crackling noises. Trees swayed. Their pursuer grew nearer.

  “It’s following us,” said Thisbe in a harsh whisper.

  Fifer took Thisbe’s hand and looked back as the outline of the enormous creature finally emerged from the shadows. She froze, then gasped. “Scorpion! Run!”

  Thisbe’s heartbeat pounded in her ears. The scorpion! They were going to die. She abandoned the plan and ran for her life, dragging Fifer with her. Behind them came the sharp clap of splitting trees. The ground trembled under their feet. The giant clay scorpion was in mad pursuit and gaining ground rapidly. Hunting them.

  The girls lurched and staggered as fast as they could over the uneven ground, but there was no way they could outrun the magical creature. No way for them to reach safety. Trees groaned and thudded to the jungle floor around them, their roots bursting from the ground and spraying dirt high into the air. Vines flew up in all directions as the scorpion closed in. Fifer could hear the sharp clicking of its pincers getting louder. “Thisbeee!” she screamed.

  From a different direction there appeared a smaller, shadowy figure, too far away for Thisbe and Fifer to figure out what it was. “Look!” shrieked Fifer. “Over there!”

  “Oh no!” Thisbe cried. “This way!” They changed course and barely slipped away from the scorpion, but it turned and followed. Seconds later the girls heard a third enormous-sounding creature thundering toward them. Could there be more than one scorpion in the jungle? No one had ever mentioned it. The girls were surrounded.

  “Up this tree!” Thisbe cried, ripping her hand from Fifer’s sweaty grip and leaping for a low-hanging branch. She swung and caught her foot on the trunk, then scrambled up as fast as she could. Fifer followed, the noises around them growing louder still. “Hurry!” Thisbe said, climbing higher. She held her hand out to pull Fifer up.

  But it was no use. The scorpion slid to a stop below them. It gripped the tree with one of its pincers. Then it snapped the trunk in two, sending the top portion with the girls in it falling through the air and crashing to the jungle floor. The girls lay stunned, the wind knocked out of them.

  The sounds from the other two approaching beasts grew more distinct. Suddenly a piercing scream filled the air, coming from one of the creatures.

  “That’s Panther!” Fifer managed to say as she tried to catch her breath. She struggled to get to her feet. “Come on, Thiz!” The scorpion was clipping branches and batting them aside, trying to get to them.

  “I can’t—I’m stuck!” Thisbe’s ankle was caught under the tree. She yanked on it, then tried pushing the tree trunk off her while wildly looking around. “Watch out!”

  Fifer turned an instant too late. The scorpion, moving steadily toward her with its poisonous tail raised, knocked her flat with its pincer. Then it pinned both girls to the ground with its spindly front legs. “Help!” Thisbe screamed. They stared at the horrible monster, who was looking down at them with all of its creepy eyes. It swished its tail, knocking over
more trees in the process.

  Just then a large black panther came bounding into sight, her chiseled stone jaw opened wide, emitting a piercing scream. Was she coming to help the twins? Or help the scorpion eat them? One never knew with Panther.

  “Let us go!” Thisbe struggled and fought to free herself. But neither Fifer nor Thisbe could escape, and with the scorpion’s feet pressing hard on their chests, it was getting harder and harder to breathe.

  As the third creature came running toward them, making the ground shudder, Fifer began screaming in a strange, almost melodious manner. Hundreds of birds swooped in and flocked to the trees around them, but they did nothing to help.

  Thisbe closed her eyes and gagged at the sight of them. A familiar pulsing began in her stomach, and it rose up like bile to her throat. As the panther jumped over the girls and slammed into the giant scorpion, knocking it off balance, a garbled, uncontrollable shout burst forth from Thisbe.

  Sparks flew from the girl’s fingertips and slammed into Panther’s flank. The creature’s scream stopped abruptly. With a loud crack and a horrible thud, the black stone beast hit the ground, split completely in two. She didn’t move.

  “Oh no,” breathed Thisbe, horrified.

  “Panther!” screeched Fifer. She slammed her fists against the scorpion’s thin leg, trying to break it so she could roll away. She thought she heard a crack.

  The scorpion reared back in anger, pincers clicking and tail swishing. Thisbe yanked on her leg to free it, and both girls scrambled out from under the creature just as the third pursuer drew near and rose up, flapping its wings and taking to the air. The scorpion swiveled and whipped its tail around, swiping at the girls. Thisbe and Fifer leaped and dodged the stinger, then tried to run. A shadow hovered over them, making the jungle even darker and harder to navigate. The scorpion took another swing, its aim dead-on.

  Before it could connect, two sets of claws grabbed the girls and lifted them up into the air, and with a loud roar, the third pursuer carried them off. The scorpion slid to a stop and watched, a sinister hiss dying in its throat. Frustrated, it slammed its tail into a tree, then skittered away to its cave in the darkest part of the jungle, leaving the unmoving pieces of Panther’s stone body on the ground.

  A Fight

  When the girls realized what had just happened, they looked up at the enormous winged-cheetah statue that carried them.

  “Oh, thank goodness it’s you,” said Fifer. She slumped, feeling like all the bones in her body could fall out through her dangling arms and legs.

  Thisbe remained rigid. She watched the trees getting smaller below her, and her stomach, still in knots from the scorpion attack, twisted tighter. Her mouth went dry and she covered her eyes. “Please don’t drop me,” she whispered. “Please don’t drop me.”

  “I won’t drrrop you,” came the snarly reply. “Even though you deserrrve it. Alex is going to be verrry upset. You put yourrr lives in terrrible dangerrr! You’rrre lucky I was therrre orrr you’d be eaten by now. And you destrrroyed Pantherrr!”

  “I didn’t mean it, Simber,” Thisbe whispered, feeling awful in every possible way. “I didn’t try to hit her.”

  “Do you have to tell Alex?” Fifer asked. Now that they were safe, her fear of the scorpion turned immediately into fear of what Alex would say to them. He was going to be so disappointed.

  Simber, built from sand and hardened into stone with magic, was the head mage’s closest confidant. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he tried to control his anger—Panther was a special friend of his. “Of courrrse I’m going to tell him. Pantherrr was trrrying to save you, and you killed herrr!”

  Thisbe’s eyes flew open. “It was an accident, I swear! I wish I’d hit the scorpion!”

  “Well, you didn’t!” The giant cheetah’s disgust was evident in his voice.

  “I wasn’t even trying to do magic,” Thisbe moaned. “It just came out like it always does.” Tears sprang to her eyes. “I’m really sorry. Isn’t there any way . . . ?” She wanted to ask if there was a way to fix Panther, but she didn’t quite dare, in case the answer was no.

  Simber didn’t reply. Like Alex, he’d heard the girls’ excuses before, way too many times.

  Fifer shot Thisbe a sympathetic look. “Sorry,” she mouthed.

  Thisbe nodded, still hanging stiffly from Simber’s claws and trying desperately not to move so he wouldn’t accidentally lose his grip on her. She swallowed hard and shut her eyes again. Both girls remained silent, agonizing internally over their fate for the rest of the journey to the Unwanteds’ mansion, knowing their brother was going to be so mad he’d probably send them back to the scorpion’s cave.

  A short while later, the nearly identical girls stood in the grand office of the head magician of Artimé, staring at the floor in front of Alex’s desk. Thisbe’s short black curls were flipping every which way. A small dead leaf and a few tiny sticks from the jungle were entangled within, unnoticed. Fifer nervously smoothed her long black waves away from her face, picking out the remnants of the jungle floor and putting them into her pants pocket. Nearby, the sand-colored cheetah statue sprawled on the floor, taking up a huge amount of space. His wings were folded in, his eyes narrowed, and his angular jaw set more sharply than usual.

  Alex Stowe, wearing a multicolored robe, came in through a magical door at the back of the office and strode quickly toward them. He was the second ruler of Artimé, having been forced to take over the magical world at the age of fourteen, when Marcus Today, the original mage and creator of the secret world for Unwanteds, had been killed. Now in his late twenties, Alex had been wizened by countless challenges. His face wore a weary expression.

  Fifer lifted her eyes to look at him, then swiftly averted her gaze. Alex rounded the desk and stopped. He placed his right hand on it and leaned forward to study his sisters. His left arm dangled limply, withered and useless. “What did you do this time?” he asked warily. He glanced at Simber, then back at the girls.

  Thisbe frowned hard at the ground. Fifer looked sidelong at her, then spoke. “We went into the jungle.”

  Alex’s expression hardened. “How far?”

  “Far.”

  “Obviously you escaped alive and well,” said Alex in a measured tone, “and I’m glad about that. But you know you’re not supposed to go there. It’s dangerous.”

  Fifer nodded.

  “So . . . what happened?” Alex sounded like he expected to hear something dreadful.

  “We ran into some trouble,” Fifer hedged.

  Alex sighed. “I could’ve guessed that. Just spill it, will you?”

  “We would have been fine if you’d just let us take Magical Warrior Training—”

  “Don’t start,” Alex warned.

  Fifer sighed. Thisbe remained mute, so she plowed forward, telling Alex everything that happened. When she got to the part about Thisbe’s crazy spell that had broken Panther in two, Alex stiffened. His brown eyes flared. He turned slowly to glare at Thisbe, his face beginning to burn. In a dark voice, he thundered, “You did what?”

  Thisbe lifted her chin. Her eyelashes were wet. “I didn’t mean to do it,” she said, her voice trembling. “I couldn’t stop it.” Desperate, she stepped toward him. “Aaron can fix her, can’t he? He can put her together again. It’s not much different from her losing her tail and him putting that back on, is it?” Aaron was the girls’ other brother and Alex’s identical twin.

  Alex fell back heavily in his chair and covered his face with his good hand, letting out an exasperated breath. “That’s beside the point!”

  Thisbe shrank back but immediately grew defensive. “No, it isn’t. Not if he can fix her.” She frowned. “And you don’t have to yell about it. It’s not that bad.” Alex always made too big a deal of everything.

  “Not that bad?” Alex sprang to his feet. “Do you seriously still not understand? How many times will you accidentally fire off a deadly spell before you kill another person, Thisbe? Someone w
ho can’t be brought back to life?” He shook his head, looking exhausted. “When is this nightmare going to end?”

  Thisbe’s eyes narrowed. “So now we’re your nightmare? Way to make us feel like true Unwanteds, Alex. I thought you were against that.”

  Alex gave her a hard look. “You have no idea what being declared Unwanted really feels like, and you never will.”

  Thisbe pursed her lips and looked at the floor. “Sorry.”

  Fifer stepped in and tried again, addressing her brother in a calm voice. “Maybe if you would just give us component vests and let us start Magical Warrior Training, we could learn more about our magic and how to control it. It’s not like we can help it, Alex.”

  “No,” said Alex sharply. “You’re not old enough. And besides, I’d be a fool to give you more access to magic when you can’t handle the kind you’ve already got. You both need to learn self-control first, and that’s not something anybody can teach you—though I’ve certainly tried. You have to actually care enough to do it yourselves!” He turned away in frustration and started pacing.

  Thisbe’s eyes sparked in anger. “Well, you don’t have to be so mean! We’re doing our best, but sometimes we just can’t—”

  “Thisbe, stop!” Alex shouted, silencing her. Then he lowered his voice. “Take a few breaths and cool off before you accidentally almost kill me again.”

  “But—” Thisbe’s mouth clamped shut. His words stung. She would never want to do that. She never wanted to kill anyone. It was the most horrible ability she could imagine, and she was stuck with it.

  Fifer flashed Thisbe a look, trying to get her to stay quiet. This was far from over. They still had to see what Alex was going to do to punish them, and she didn’t want Thisbe making it worse.

  But today the girls had finally exceeded the patience of their beloved brother. He began muttering like a madman. “Tried and tried since you were two years old to teach you . . . to help you . . .” He began gesturing at the ceiling. “The whole community is fearful every time one of you gets upset. I’ve done everything I could think of. Practically changed this entire world for you two—moved Magical Warrior Training to Karkinos so you wouldn’t learn anything new, ordered people to stop doing magic if they see you around . . . All to protect you.” He ripped his hand through his dark brown tangles. “And they’ve all done it very graciously, just so you could be raised near me in the mansion and be like the other kids. But you don’t appreciate any of their sacrifices. You never have.”