Dragon Stone: Moonstone

“Dragon Stones,” Eldritch Mortain began, “are elusive. scrolls allude to them and yet remain ambiguous.” Archmage lecture, An Introduction to Elder Law, Mythical Reality.

The keeper of the Vault once told me to “Get on with it,” during a character/writer interview. Not dissimilar to that encountered by Sai King when the Ka-tet visited him in the Dark Tower epic. Unlike the master I have yet to cease procrastinating. The world build continues to intervene in backstory that may never reach the WIP, apart from whispers on paths that may never be trod.

This is another such ramble for this months BLOGBATTLE word prompt.

Naz woke with a head feeling like he’d been on StormBringer the night before. Some fiendish brew Yish suggested he might enjoy back in the days of yore. A time before travelling with the Keep not yet fallen. As he recalled, it was shortly after he arrived after a mining disagreement. “Keep the seam tight and dig deeper,” they had said. His retort was curt, “I have no good reason to continue digging my own grave.”

From there, it went from brief encounters on myths young dwarves are scared of, to geopolitics. A subject he’d rapidly come to realise didn’t just mean the realm his mountains existed in. Another contentious issue as most of his kin had barely surfaced to see a sunrise in generations.

All along time ago now, and it wasn’t drinking that caused his head to harbour an ache. “Portals are for magicians, not dwarves.” This he said out loud. Closely followed by, “Yish.”

“If that is the elf’s name, then she is recovering in the monastery.”

Naz gripped his axe and stood up. Beneath the bows of an oak stood a man in a black robe, gathered together in the midriff by what looked like a length of rope.

Natural caution followed him like an albatross. His subconscious searched for more unseen adversaries. All seemed well, birds cooed and wood noise continued without any signs of alien movement. That sent his mind back to why they’d hit the portal in the first place.

“Where am I?” His eyes fell on the pastor.


Curiosity drifted across the dwarfs face. “That can be a relative term.”

The man laughed. “She said you’d be hard to convince.” He moved forwards bearing a witchwood staff, atop of which sat a carved owl.

It seemed, to Naz, to be watching him. “That I am. Trust is earned not given freely.”

“Words of a warrior.”

Naz shrugged, it was a good answer. “Lead on cleric, one wrong move and I’ll cleave you in half.”

“As you wish,” the man turned and all but disappeared into the woods.

Naz followed, his earlier head storm had cleared. Overrun by wariness. He had given him her name. Prior to that he’d referred to her as an elf. That meant she hadn’t supplied it. Likely he’d been referred to as a dwarf who wielded his axe rather than parley. Wise until the lay of the land were known at least.

The man was waiting with his back to him by a winding path that drifted through a gentle slope culminating on a well used dirt road pitched up from the land around it. Naz noted the owl had swivelled to watch his approach. It left him in no doubt this was more likely a conjuror in disguise.

“Pastoral isn’t it,” he paused to point his staff over the green fields that acted as a flood plain to a river that meandered through them in the distance.

Naz noted the owl still followed him despite the staffs position. Almost grinning as it did so. Strange concept given he knew of no bird that could do so. He also took stock of the near perfect vista. Green fields was an understatement. They were vibrant, lush and lacked any regions where poor soil or harsh weather might cause disturbances in growth. The same could be said of trees, both ahead and behind. The sky also looked intense blue with the ghost of a moon reflecting just above the horizon.

His hackles shifted. Something was wrong. “The elf?”

“Down there,” the cleric pointed toward a stone building in the centre of a large plot of land. Around it another stone structure ran ending only in a solitary arch where a door stood.

Naz took it in. His first thoughts were defensive. Did monasteries require such fortification? Was it to keep outsiders out or those within from leaving at will?

“You’re overthinking,” the man didn’t turn. “It’s not much different to any township. Walls or stockades keep animals out. They give privacy and delineate the land border.”

Naz frowned. Dwarves were supposed to be immune to mind probing. He needed to concentrate better.

“Naz,” the man turned, “I know your name dwarf.” He paused watching the response.

The owl, Naz concluded, was no longer an owl. It had uncurled and looked more like a carving of… “Is that a dragon?”

The man drew his staff up to look. “It is. Magnificent are they not?”

“I have only seen them in rock reliefs. Nothing crafted like that.” He felt his hackles lower. Was he being beguiled? Supposed to be immune to that too.

“There are some master carvers here. Not like it used to be, but those that survived have continued their trades.” He paused looking at the dragon. “You approve?”

Naz nodded, his throat felt dry. He reached into his gunna and drew out a water-skin. “It has insatiable curiosity,” he ventured.

The man chuckled, “A minor enchantment. You know the turn of phrase about eyes in the back of your head yes?”

“Aye,” was all the dwarf could return.

“Come, let us ease your suspicions and reconnect you with the elf known as Yish.”


Yish sat examining a parchment in disbelief. It described a blue stone that commanded a wyvern. Admittedly it was old and the pieces remaining faded, but the association between stone and dragon were clear. Why it existed was annoyingly absent. As absent as the existence of dragons that weren’t mythical.

It drew questions. If these were remnants of a physical document describing real events then did such beasts once exist? That Elders were supposedly linked to them in numerous references in her Guilds library was clear. But how seriously were such matters taken? Did they just disappear along with the elder Mage civilisation? It elevated their status way beyond anything currently in existence. Her conclusion was civilisation, as she knew it, was growing back from a dark age.

It struck her the thought had not occurred before. The Vault itself was crying this out. None knew who built it, or even how it functioned. Unless this secret was guarded so tightly by the three.

He would know. Could she reach out as he did and touch minds? It caused her a brief moment of mirth. Not a sorcerer indeed, how else did he think he could commune from inside a conjurors bubble ripped into another time. “You are such a fool,” she whispered to herself.

Sitting back she stretched. Pouring over faded words and glyphs had left her with a sore back. In front of her was a window, through which the same landscape her dwarven friend had just passed was visible. Except, she blinked, had it just faded in and out? Tired eyes can take time to focus again, but there was a growing feeling something wasn’t quite right.

How had she got from the portal to examining these particular parchments. Frowning in thought the memory seemed blurred. She’d emerged from the elder portal, called out for Naz and now she was here.

She opened the door, feeling fresh air might clear her mind. The breeze was light. Stepping through the threshold she found herself seated examining a parchment. “No!” Her fist struck the desk in despair.


“What’s wrong with her?” Naz looked at the body of his friend. It looked healthy enough save some bruising around her face. Although with blankets drawn up to her chest that could be the tip of an iceberg. He moved to test her warmth with his hand.

“Don’t,” the man spoke, his voice a command.

Naz turned to face him, “Why?” he demanded.

“She is fighting a battle.”

Naz returned his gaze to Yish. A bead of perspiration had formed on her brow. Why couldn’t mages ever talk straight. “Who did this?” His grip on the axe tightened again.

“We did.”

We… the plurality of statement had not escaped the dwarf. He spun round.

Two others now stood in the room. Each wore robes similar to the cleric.  The main difference was their staffs. Where the man’s dragon sat, theirs were blackened and charred.

Naz looked at each in turn, who to strike down first? His eyes settled on a blue stone now resting in the palm of the man. Moonstone sapphire, this was his lore. Except it was the purest he’d ever seen. It radiated brilliance, almost alive.

The man closed his fist, “Powerful is it not?”

Naz swallowed saliva that had formed in his throat. “I’ve never seen such a stone.” His grip on the axe had weakened.

“Few have. This is what your world’s scholars calls a Dragon Stone.”

“You’re speaking to the wrong person.” He nodded toward Yish, “I mine rock, she knows conjurors law.”

“And that is why she is here.”

Naz felt his muscles slacken. “Who are you?”

“Let us settle on friends. The elf will survive. She suffered thaumatic shock trying to pull you through the portal. Untreated it would turn her feral.”

“I see,” said Naz, although he didn’t really. He looked again at her frame. Save the loss of life lustre she could have been asleep. “What now?”

“We wait to see if she finds the path back with the knowledge we seek.”

“And if she doesn’t?”

“Then another must go in to retrieve her élan vital.”

“Or…” Naz trailed off.

“She remains indefinitely inside the conjurors lock until the body decays and what she was moves on.”

“As with all sorcerers, you speak in riddles. What are you really after?”

The man smiled opening his palm to reveal the moonstone. “I need to know where the Sapphire is.”

Naz stared once more at the Dragon Stone. It’s luminescence drew his gaze, almost hypnotic. “She’s alive you know.”

The man snapped his hand closed again, “Where dwarf?”

Naz also saw the dragon perched on his staff turn to face him. If he were not mistaken the tiny head shook left to right. He could feel something trying to probe his mind. We are one, do not reveal where my sister lies. Never before had he heard another voice save his own there. Another resilience dwarves held was an immunity to sending. Yet this carving had just done so.

“How would I know?” Hatred spawned. Revealing the moonstone had allowed a connection to form. He needed Yish.


Her despair fled. As fist rose from the desk, dust splayed and another edge of parchment offered itself. This was even more yellowed in time, desiccated and ready to crumble. Except something wanted it to be seen. She blinked again. Trick of the eye? No, this was powerful, it wanted to be read. Fears of a trap fled. In one she may be, but traps can be double edged.

These were very old. Glyphs she had no knowledge of, or way to enact a translation. Yet light radiated from sections, highlighted them. Drew her to the text.

Seer masters have isolated a cult. A conspiracy that draws and infuses hatred. They want the Stones. The power to control that which cannot be.

It skipped.

One is left. It’s Rider fell. The portal was closed. It haunts the wyvern graveyard now. Waiting on a blacksmith lost in a tomb. The Emerald will find a way, Sapphire fled. The rest are unaccounted for.

Her thoughts were intercepted. It was the strongest send she had ever known. The dwarf is in great danger.

Yish felt her stomach churn. The more her eyes tracked the parchment the more her established pretexts on her Guilds historical law decayed. She was isolated in a conjurors bubble.

Not bubble, mind trap. The voice again.

If true she was in even greater danger. If her body was destroyed then everything she was would die. She needed Naz. To contain a mind lock required close proximity. This was easier than a bubble but required external assistance. But how to tell the dwarf?


Naz also had problems. His head felt numb. Not ever knowing what a send felt like had created a mind fog. He felt dislocated from reality. Worse still he knew his axe was raised and had no idea why.

Fool, kill him. The dragon glared at him.

“Come dwarf, where is the Sapphire?” The man moved toward him, seeming oblivious to the axe. He gestured to another who drew a dagger. This one started toward the elf.

“I thought you needed her,” Naz snarled.

“That was before we knew you could read the Stone.” The man raised his staff.

Naz moved to block the cleric with the blade. Without thinking his axe skew upwards and the one before him folded. Lifeblood soon soaked the floor.

One left the room. Not fled, his subconscious noted, but perhaps to summon aid. The man he’d first met smiled. Naz knew he was a sorcerer. What caught his attention was the dragon. It’s maw opened as it twisted backwards to rake the hand holding its stave.

The cleric screamed as fingers failed to respond. His staff fell. Naz took no time to think and a head soon joined it on the floor.

The moonstone fell loose. Take it Dwarf.

He glanced at Yish. Her body was soaked in perspiration.

In his free hand rested the stone. Vibrant, alive and, if he were not mistaken, pulsating.

Ozone filled his nostrils. The edge of reality blinked out and he found himself lying on a forest floor next to a monolith. Beside him Yish lay groaning.

“What just happened?” He spoke to an empty wood. The words barely a whisper.

“Elder portal Naz,” Yish was groggy. “We passed through a reality field.”


She tried not to smirk. “It’s an interrogation wall created to stop the enemy just dropping through unannounced. None of it was real.”

“It felt real.”

“I know.”

The dwarf rested against a tree stump. In his hand lay the purest blue gem he’d ever seen. To one side a witchwood staff lay with a carving of a sleeping beast.



”Where did you get that?”

“From an imaginary dragon that was a carving of an owl on that staff wielded by a madman. He said it was a Dragon Stone.”

“The Sapphire,” Yish knelt to look at it. That means….”

Dragon Stone. The Blacksmith referred to in the Elder texts

The priest was speaking in a strange tongue. Some old language of his religion, but it was oddly familiar. One of the other two was sobbing.

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  1. Nothing is what it seems in this world, which is so intricately crafted. You seem to think of every little detail, making the world so much more real.

    Yet another part where we have more questions than answers.

    I particularly liked the part where Yish is trapped and we learn about her inner and outer happenings.

    1. Very generous Sam. This world has been with me for years. Some characters are long standing now. The trap part came about on a portal conversation I’ve been having with myself. How do you stop a network from being used by insurgents?

      However, this one had been breached it seems by the cult Yish was finding in the research parchments. I’m thinking now this might be almost a sentient trap that was actually directing her to poignant parts to eject them.

      It has, however, uncovered to me a new subset of depth. Why the Stones were hidden….

  2. This world of Dragon Stone is rich in imagery and ever lurking danger. Being new to its way I was suckered into a potential trap which obviously on reflection Naz was alert to. It’s good when a story can take the reader and drop them into the narrative as if they were there. There was me walking straight into danger.
    Dragons and owls, atmospheric and threatening.
    The sudden shift in the narrative from Naz to Yish was not one this newbie had seen coming, but worked seamlessly from tension to action.
    Dragon Stone is a place I need to learn more of.

    1. Too kind Roger. Oddly it caught me out too. More so the part where Yish is reading the parchments. It ran echoes of the Amanuensis who has exactly the same trouble in his prison of ice. Main difference being in the type of conjurors trap being used. If it’s got you walking with the characters then that is a major accolade. Perhaps a by product of stream of conscious writing maybe? Hard to explain but I tend to zone out into the world and come back to find words written. Next months is not going to be quite so seamless. I’ve crafted it but it’s not quite there. Revisiting a relatively new character and a dip into the antagonists realm. Say no more….

      1. I agree Gary
        In my ‘book’ it’s always a good sign when the narrative and the characters step in and lead you along.
        Zoning out and going with the flow do add to the flavour and depth in the SF & Fantasy fields. The atmosphere takes on an unpredictability because the writer is not worrying to much about if their story is fitting in with the accepted ‘norms’….. which there should be.
        Keep up the good work there Gary.

        1. Is it a case of writing as a reader too maybe? I think that’s the draw of stream of conscious methodology. Start and see what happens. Visualise the scene and then find vocabulary to make it seem real. My biggest bugbear is seeing the same word overused time and again…. Of course that’s another soap box to step upon 😂

          1. That’s a good point Gary, writing as a reader. Not one which had occurred to me, although my writing is usually tends to myself rather than an audience.
            As you also point out, visualise the scene. And try to avoid clichés or tropes. When action turns up in my narratives I try to personal recall accounts form folk at the sharp end of war and the things which can go wrong, even the small ones like slipping in mud.

            Overusing is one of my problems, particularly if I like a word.
            One solution was to use Ctrl + F (Search) on my Word Doc, type in the word check how bad the ‘infestation’ is then see if it could either be removed or replaced.
            Mind you the well-known and successful seem to get away with it
            John Scalzi character conversations ending in ‘He said’ / ‘She said’ put me off his books and yet he sells well on the strength of his plots.
            Brandon Sanders wonderful ‘Mistborn’ series has a main character who is prone to ‘chuckling’ whenever he speaks to his young apprentice.
            Oh well 🤷‍♂️

            1. Haha, isn’t that kind of the same Roger? Writing for yourself, which is what I do too, but writing something I’d like to read. I get what you mean re personal accounts of war too. However you can mentally challenge yourself via characters too. What would you do in a given circumstance. I do that all the time with elf and dwarf. Even the antagonist. It’s not what I’d do, but what would they given their skill sets. Not usual to dip into the gunna and pull out the BFG.

              I tend to spot my repeats quickly now. I trained myself to stop if I need a word and go thesaurus hunting. It does two things. Gradually fine tunes the spotting factor before it happens and wisens the vocab.

              I know re the well known and successful too. Personally I’d have thought good line editors would have pulled them up pre-publication. Still, successful they may be but it sure doesn’t mean I can’t aim higher with language use 😂

              1. Since I would likely panic Gary I leave myself out😄. Let the characters do their thing and based on my knowledge of them fill in the details. Sometimes they do go off on tangents of their own…one in particular being a very opinionated soldier. All part of the fun.
                Maybe the line editors have to make allowances on some occasions . Who knows what goes on in that world of high profile publishing?
                Meanwhile we go on our own ways and that’s how we wish it to be.😀

                1. Very Hitch Hikers Roger…or Dads Army come to that. All part of the fun though as you say. If everyone did it the same way then maybe all we’d have is billions of books with very similar story arcs. Same tale, just different names. Might keep lawyers employed trying to work out who is the plagiarist though 😂

                  It would be nice to think everyone treated line or copy editing the same way too. Personally I’d not care who submitted, they’d get the same treatment irrespective of status. No wonder it’s hard to break into those circles. And yet I do see some books and think how did you get so popular? Marketing is a strange beast indeed.

                  1. Now that something I had not thought of Gary with a convergence of arcs. Mind that that said the number of SF books I have encountered whose blurb includes ‘Humanity nearly wiped out by……’ (either Aliens / Plague / Catastrophe or AI) it makes me wonder if those lawyers have missed an opportunity already….🤔

                    Indeed the mysteries of marketing and what ‘sells’. I feel sorry for those folk earnestly trying to break into those circles.

                    1. True enough. But I think someone said there are only a few concepts with a million ways to craft something from. Works I guess unless the crafting is nabbing ideas from someone else. I was once asked to review something and I stopped as it was a video game plot using the same creatures as the game….very weird. Might have hit away with it if the writing was half decent too 🤔

                      Very difficult now to break in I guess. Agents must get zillions of manuscripts. How many really good writers never even see the light of day? I know they could self publish but again some may not have the skill sets to do so. Then, flip that over, and so many do that now how on earth do you get found?? Tough world now for authors methinks

                    2. Sorry for the delay Gary, chores and things.
                      There’s something in the back of my mind about there only being a few basic plots but I can’t remember the number. It’s in the telling and as you say ‘the crafting’.

                      Long ago I gave up on the idea of ‘breaking in’ and just settled for my work being ‘picked up’ by chance and a modest interest resulting.
                      This is the path which most folk who go for self-publishing in the indie field are going to have to face. ‘Kindle or Bust’ as it were.
                      Still, if you can preserve through the doubt along with the effort both physical, mental and emotional of finishing a project, then in some way ‘putting it out there’ that is a triumph in itself.

                    3. And you apologise for a delay 😂😂 Time is truly flying Roger. Breaking in is not really something I’ve aspired to. I’m under no delusions of grandeur there. I have looked at self publishing, but again it’s not my particular skill set to get everything formatted right, cover art and so on. I over thought all that once and almost gave up writing. Letting that aspect go created a better internal feeling. Now I write, primarily, for myself. I may look again at some point though.

                    4. Hi Gary
                      I would have replied earlier but someone drove their car (at 11.45am) into a BT ‘green box’ in our area causing an outage.
                      Normal service appears to have been resumed.
                      Tried LuLu in the USA which did a good job on the books, but you had to buy them and sell them or for a ‘small fee’ they would market them……
                      And their writers’ forum site was full of pedants, self-important self-appointed adjudicators and folk who offered no support only discouragement and Lulu seemed unwilling to rein them in. So that was ditched.
                      I then threw my lot in with Kindle and saved myself the horrors of the formatting.
                      And with my project completed and ‘ out there’ now am very happy honing my abilities on BB.
                      It’s a hard life self-publishing. But, sometimes it calls
                      (I must go back to the laptop again
                      To those keys black and white
                      And all I ask is a half decent plot
                      With a Muse to guide me by)

                    5. There’s a few like them. One I’ve considered is IngramSpark. Just not bitten any bullets yet. I’m kind of ok with things as they are right now. I’m not really one to think publishing will produce greatness 😂😂

  3. You can never go wrong with dragons! 🙂 Very intriguing story, with both the buildup and the action nicely done. I liked the juxtaposition where Naz looks upon what would seem a tranquil landscape, and yet his sense of danger is triggered. The fact dwarf and elf were separated at the beginning did strike me as curious, so when we discover what was actually happening, the separation proves itself to be an excellent clue. The dragon carving on the staff is definitely an imagination tickler – has me wondering if the little fire drake will become incarnate, and if that stone they have now plays a role in it. All kinds of facets to explore here!

    1. Thanks Abe. I like it when you start with an idea and the characters roll it out. They have been separated once before. I tried to build that last time as Naz couldn’t access a portal before. That split them in time and worlds. For him it was to the sacked keep and her to the world of The Black. Here I figured Elders might have some protection field to prevent any Tom, Dick or Harry dropping in. However it created a cult that might have breached that. I’m warming to that concept on the bigger world build now.

      The stones described are fundamental to the whole concept. It’s why it’s termed Dragon Stone. The staff part is new though. Not sure if the carving is actually going to prove the missing Sapphire or be something the sleeping beast works through.

      Next one is a return to Know Your Organs. Raz and Morgan. I’ve kind of written it, but I’m not over happy. Must be something to not knowing her very well yet 🤔

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