Chapter 27
CHAPTER 27
D ask was in the classroom with the children, Symon and Devon with them. Brook had dropped off the box with their dragon egg, knowing the twins plus Dask and Devon would protect their unborn baby.
“Are you sure we can’t go outside and help?” Willow asked.
Dask shook his head. “Not at the moment. The safest place for you all is here. Besides, do you really want to leave your new niece or nephew alone?”
“I can’t believe we’ll have a baby in the family. Our family keeps growing. I mean, we have Demi, Tobin, everyone here, and a new baby on the way.” Forrest shook his head, grinning.
“Our parents weren’t nice people. Our only highlight was waiting for Brook to come back each month to check on us,” Willow added. “We were planning to run away when we were old enough and go and find him.”
“That’s a frightening thought.” Devon rubbed her back. “Brave, but dangerous.”
“Yeah, we really didn’t think of that. But now, we’re here and don’t need to run away,” Forrest concluded. “Dask, do you know if the baby dragon will be male or female?” He gave him an impish smile
Dask laughed. “I do know, yes, but I’m not telling.”
“If you know, Demi will know as well. You could ask him,” Tobin suggested to them.
Forrest nodded while Nancy turned to Dask. “Do you think everyone is alright?”
“There were some fatalities with the dragons and gargoyles, but your families are safe,” Dask reassured them, laying a hand on her shoulder.
Nancy blew out a breath. “That’s good.”
“Dask, will the baby be born a human baby or a dragon baby?” Willow caught his gaze.
Dask shook his head. “If I told you, it would spoil the surprise. And three months really isn’t that long to wait. Now, how about film studies?” Groans filled the room, but a buoyancy remained, now that they knew everyone was safe and they had a baby to look forward to.
Brook shook his head with a sigh. So much destruction and injuries. Demi had magicked up bandages and sterile water and they had both been taking care of the wounded. Some just had cuts and bruises or broken limbs, but the more seriously injured had shifted into their dragon form. It seemed strange seeing so many dragons and knowing he was now one of them.
“Thanks for your help,” the dragon guard said to Brook as he helped him with a broken arm.
“I’m not doing much, but you’re welcome. Apparently, you can’t shift until your broken arm is healed,” Brook remarked.
“Yeah, but this will be two, maybe three, days.”
Brook’s eyebrows lifted. “Seriously?”
“Oh yeah. With a more serious injury we would have to fall into a healing sleep, but broken bones will heal in a matter of days. Cuts depend on the severity of the injury; a few hours, give or take,” the soldier told him.
Brook carefully put his arm in a sling. “I’ll ask Ajax to come and look your arm over, in case he needs to do anything.”
The soldier shook his head. “Your healer is helping the injured gargoyles. My arm will be fine like this.”
“Do you need anything else?” Brook asked, tidying up his supplies.
The soldier shook his head. “Nope. I’m good now, thanks.”
“In that case, I’ll leave you to rest here until there is somewhere to take you.”
The guard looked forlornly at the destroyed side of the building. “Yeah, my room is currently scattered all over the place.”
Just then General Delinga came striding over, perusing the injured. He stopped by Brook and the guard. “How injured are you, Martins?” He squatted down next to them in concern.
“Just a broken arm, sir. I should be better in a few days.”
“Good. Saxon said he would talk to King Blake about creating a hospital building, those that are injured can go in there. As soon as it’s done you’ll be taken there to rest and heal,” the general told him.
“Are you sure, sir? I can help one-handed.”
“I’m sure, Martins, but thank you.” He turned to Brook. “Thank you for your help, Brook.”
“Oh, you’re welcome,” Brook replied in surprise. He wasn’t used to being a part of something, or thanked by anyone other than his siblings. Maybe being a dragon would change all that.