Chapter 29
Puff and Mateo were sitting in the library working. Peyton and Dane were also at their desks.
“Has Padraic replied yet?” Peyton asked.
“I’m literally just about to look,” Puff replied. He clicked through his emails and saw
Padraic’s reply.
Hey King Cousin!
I looked on the council website. THANK YOU, you’ve no idea how happy we all are.
I managed to get a copy of the email and have attached it to this reply.
The island is called Lion Island. It’s a random island in the Pacific. Apparently, you can only get on it if you’re invited, as they have spells protecting it.
I have another request; can we come and join you?
Stay safe, King Cousin,
Padraic.
“So, Padraic has replied. He said the island is called Lion Island and that it’s covered in spells protecting it. The only way on is via invite,” Puff told them.
“Lion Island?” Dane commented with a laugh. “Not a very imaginative name.”
“I was hoping it was called Rogue Island or something equally impressive,” Mateo replied.
“Padraic also managed to get a copy of the email and asked if they could come here.”
“It would be good to see them again,” Peyton said.
“Plus, we have the new houses. He and his family could have one of them,” Mateo added.
Puff nodded. “They can,” he agreed. Clicking onto the attachment.
My name is Barnabus. I am a demon currently residing in the body of Tom Hayes.
I’m putting a call out to all rogues, or anyone that feels slighted by the leaders of our world.
I’m building an army to overthrow the kings and kill the gods.
Anyone who wants to join my cause, come to the Hayes Pack and join me, as I take over the paranormal world.
War is coming, and you will want to be on my side. Join me or die.
Puff read the email out.
“I’d love to know how Barnabus plans on killing those who don’t want to join him,” Mateo said.
“Idiot,” Peyton said.
“He might be an idiot, but you can guarantee a fair few rogues will join him,” Dane said, frowning a little.
“Let me send this email to everyone,” Puff forwarded it on. “Done, now let me reply to our cousin.” Puff hit reply.
Hey Cousin,
Thanks for finding everything out for us.
You can absolutely come here. Here is the address.
See you soon,
King Cousin.
PS, love this.
He hit send. “I need to go and see Blake. Mateo, should you not be training?”
Mateo looked at the time. “Crap, yes, but so should you.”
“I need to catch up from yesterday and see Blake. I’ll let you give my apologies,” Puff said, grinning.
Mateo laughed and stood up. “Just this once,” he walked around the desk, leant down and kissed Puff. “It’s a good job you’re cute,” he said, pulling back.
Puff laughed. “My hero, now go train.”
Mateo laughed. “No distracting me.”
“I make no promises.”
With a final laugh and another quick kiss, Mateo left the library.
Puff sighed as he watched the door close.
“So… two mates,” Dane commented, grinning at him.
Puff blushed and laughed. “I’m a lucky dragon.”
“Understatement,” Peyton replied, smiling at his little brother.
“How is Cade doing collecting information from his family?” Puff asked him.
“They are sending lots. Oz is looking over what he's received so far. We’re hopeful for the future.”
“That’s good news,” Dane said.
Peyton nodded. “It really is.”
“Right, I need to see Blake. I’ll catch up with you two later,” Puff said, standing up and picking up his tablet. “See you later.”
“Come in,” Blake called.
Puff opened the door. “Hey Blake, got a minute?”
Blake looked up and smiled. “I do. I’ve just seen the email Barnabus sent. Thank your cousin for me. To find out the name of the island and get hold of the email, truthfully, I wasn’t holding out much hope.”
Puff sat in front of his desk. “Me either, but thank goodness he did. Padraic’s asked to move here. I obviously said yes.”
“Good. He and his family can move into one of the new houses. I had an email from the council, and there is a garrison of council guards turning up in a few days.”
“Good. More soldiers.”
“They might need training though, but that’s easy enough to do. Did you see the email from Ash with stationery designs?”
Puff shook his head. “No, let me look now.” He found the email and opened it, looking at the designs. “They’re amazing.”
“They are. He did one for King me and Pack me.”
“I never gave a thought to stationery or things like that.”
“Neither had I. Thank goodness Ash did.”
Lord Woodcott is approaching. Bob said.
Where is he?
Just coming up to the drive entrance.
Okay, thanks. “Bob just told me Lord Woodcott is just about to reach the drive entrance. I’ll go and meet him.”
Blake stood up. “I’ll come with you.”
Puff nodded, and the two men walked out of his office.
Puff’s phone pinged. He pulled it out and saw a message from the dragon gate guard. “He’s arrived.” He sent a message back asking the guard to let him through.
They walked through the hall towards the front door. Puff put his tablet on the foyer chair and went outside.
They saw a limo just parking up and walked towards it, as Lord Woodcott got out.
Lord Woodcott stopped in front of them and dropped to one knee, placing a hand over his heart. “Your majesties, I’ve failed you. Please accept my humble apologies. King Puff, if you require my resignation as one of your ambassadors, I will submit it now.”
Bob? Puff asked.
He felt Bob come forward. He is a good ambassador. What happened wasn’t his fault; it was all on Maggon.
Puff looked at Blake. I heard. Blake told him.
“Hello, Lord Woodcott. Please stand up.”
The dragon lord stood.
“I don’t need your resignation. What Maggon did wasn’t your fault.”
“How did the dark magic user get on your island?” Blake enquired.
“Because we are an island, I didn’t have any protection or wards around it. That has now changed. I went through Maggon’s electronics; it looks like he found the man on the dark web, and the man used his magic to get on the island.”
“We all make mistakes. Thankfully, both the magic user and Maggon are now dead, and Silver is safe,” Blake said.
“Bad business, using dark magic to strip a dragon. I didn’t even know that was possible,” Lord Woodcott said. “I torched the area they used, so all residue of dark magic has been destroyed.”
“The dark magic was strong. It knocked me and my family out for over twelve hours,” Puff told him.
“I’ve sent gold and jewels to your hoard. Can you split it between those that helped protect Silver and for Silver and Brook as an apology?”
“You didn’t need to do that,” Puff told him.
“I did, sire. If you require more, please let me know.”
“Then thank you, my Lord. I’ll make sure it’s distributed accordingly, and you don’t need to send any more.”
“Thank you. King Blake, I’m glad you’re here as well. I’ve heard of an email sent by the demon Barnabus.”
“We’ve heard, indeed; earlier a cousin of Puff’s was able to send us a copy,” Blake said.
“When you’re ready to go to war, let me know. My dragons and I are ready to fight with you both.” Lord Woodcott told them.
“Thank you. We’re still hoping we can stop this war before it starts,” Blake replied.
“From your lips to the gods’ ears. I’ll leave you now,” he bowed. “King Puff, King Blake.”
“Safe journey,” Puff said.
With a final nod, the dragon left.