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Authors: Chris d'Lacey

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I fell and I fell, with no tornaq to protect me. But my life did not end at the foot of the mountain. It simply took a different course again. Gwilanna's dishonest use of the claw had sent signals rippling through the fabric of the universe, signals that Traveled infinitely faster than a seer's apprentice could chance to fall. As the darkling rushed away from my sight, three other creatures filled the space around me. Firebirds. One green, one red, one a beautiful cream color with apricot flashes around her ear tufts. It was she who spoke to my consciousness saying,
Agawin, we are monitors of time and the agents of Gideon. Do not be afraid. Joseph Henry is with you.

Joseph Henry?
I asked. My voice had the texture of thickened mud.

But all the firebird said was this:
You have been chosen for illumination. You will die and live again,
through the auma of Gawain. All you have to do is give yourself up to it.

I do not want to die.
Panic gripped my heart.

It is a change,
she said.
Simply a change.

I was floating now, less aware of my body. All around me, the tiniest stars were glittering. I felt that if I let my consciousness touch one, I would instantly pop into another life.
What of Galen?

He will always be with you. In your new form, he will not hinder your progress.

What is the new form?

A hybrid of human, dragon, and Fain.

But that is what I am now.

This time, the energies will be fully commingled. You will go back, to observe Gwilanna. Joseph Henry himself has decreed this. You will be hidden from the sibyl — but always within her sight.

How? How is that possible?

Choose a [fire] star,
the firebird said.
There are many probabilities. Let your instinct guide you.

So I reached out in search of a different life. And in
a timescale I could not measure or estimate, I found the star that was right for me, at a point on the timeline of huge significance, located at a place called Wayward Crescent. I chose, for my dominant form, to be human. And I chose to be born to a very special mother, one who had cause to be close to Gwilanna. The last thing I remembered before I touched my mother's star was the memory of the child I had seen on the tapestry. And at last I understood her purpose and her words.
Sometimes we will be Agawin,
she had said….

 

From here begins the most unusual twist in the entire series. The fire star Agawin touches, the mother he chooses to be reborn to, is none other than Zanna. In his new life, far along the timeline, he becomes Alexa Martindale. Little wonder, then, that Alexa has always been thought of as “special”!

But what of the quest to stop Gwilanna?

Not surprisingly, the sibyl's irresponsible meddling causes even more chaos. The timeline alters dramatically
again. In this version of it, Voss survives and raises a darkling army. The battle at Scuffenbury Hill, suspended in time at the end of
Dark Fire
, begins again but swings in favor of the Ix. The Earth is gripped by the Ix “Shadow,” a negative force that sucks color out of vegetation and turns humans and animals alike into ugly “inversions” of themselves, lacking any soul or desire for independence.

The blue planet seems doomed.

But there is one character who is not at all fazed, for he has been carefully engineering some of this, knowing that
sometimes
the only way to prevent evil flourishing is to let it believe it has won. That character is Joseph Henry, Elizabeth Pennykettle's unborn son. Joseph was at the battle of Scuffenbury Hill (in the guise of Gwillan, a Pennykettle dragon), but was cleverly released from it by Gadzooks when the battle was stopped. Free to roam the Universe thereafter, Joseph has studied every possible timeline and found the only course of events that assures victory for David.
Not that it seems straightforward when he explains it to Alexa during a meeting in the librarium on Co:pern:ica.

 

“Isenfier is upon us,” said Joseph. “You must return to the Crescent, where you will be safe.” He stood up and made a firebird call. Gideon and the three that had saved me at Kasgerden came flying down from the upper floors.

“Joseph, wait. You never did tell me what happened to Elizabeth.”

“Just stay in the Crescent. For my sake now.”

“But I vowed to stop Gwilanna.”

“You can't,” he said. “Only Gwilanna herself can do that.”

I spread my wings with a determined
phut!
“I have a duty to Galen and the last twelve dragons. Let me be Agawin. Let me
fight.”

“What makes you think there will be a fight?”

No fight? “Then what is your plan?”

“Gwilanna has set the conditions for Isenfier. Everything now depends on her. We will give her what she craves and let the timeline adjust. It begins the second after she takes you from the woods.”

Back in the dawn of history. With Gawain.

“Your book will record it all,” he said. He nodded at the lectern where the book was waiting.

But my mind was still hovering firmly on Gwilanna. “Give her what she craves?”

He signaled to Gadzooks. The dragon lifted his pencil.

And as I felt the strange tug of the universe turning, I watched Joseph Henry fade away and commingle with the body of the firebird Gideon. “We need to give her what she's always wanted, Agawin.” He spread his brown wings and snorted fire from his nostrils. “Illumination to a dragon.”

 

And that is exactly what happens. Gwilanna becomes illumined to Gawain himself. David and Rosa are captured by Voss's army and brought before the “inverted”
dragon. Who in this dreadful dark world can save them? Well, Joseph Henry and Alexa are far from defeated. Nor are the polar bears that disappeared at the end of
Dark Fire
. And there is one other group of characters that should never be underestimated by the most evil of warlords. Here are some clues to their identity: They're green, spiky, made of clay, have large flat feet and trumpet-shaped nostrils, and usually announce themselves with a little
hrrr
….

 

This chapter has been a very swift run-through of some of the funny and some of the exciting story lines. As with all the other books in the series, there are many more plots that I have deliberately barely mentioned, or not even touched on, in
The Fire Ascending
. That leaves a lot for you to discover and to enjoy for yourself. Look out in particular for a gruesome story from Gwilanna's childhood, the truth about Guinevere's origins, and a rather unusual (to put it mildly!) finale….

In the Last Dragon Chronicles we meet, respectively, squirrels, polar bears, monks, alien thought-beings,
darklings, firebirds, and skogkatts (not to mention a unicorn or two). If you like any or all of these, you'll probably like these stories. And it might go without saying that these books are certainly for you if you can't get enough of:

 

I
f you ask Chris what he believes the Last Dragon Chronicles is really about, he will not answer you with “squirrels,” “polar bears,” or even “dragons”; he will say “creativity.”

Like almost every other person alive, Chris questions who he is and where he fits in this world. Unlike most people, however, he explores this through the medium of writing, “trying characters and ideas on” to see if they have any resonance. Are they
him
?

Sometimes, we have conflicting parts of ourselves that want different things — one part wanting ice cream and another part wanting Jell-O for instance. As an author, Chris cannot only have both, but also feels
no personal conflict about it, as his characters do the wanting for him. His characters are, in truth, facets of his own self, held up to the light for examination. Thus, in these books, Chris is actually exploring his own psyche.

Chris has found, like any other author, that in a story he can be whoever he wants, do whatever he wants, and go wherever he wants, with no boundaries and no limits. Another human being? An animal? A tree? A nail in a floorboard? No problem: Anything is possible. It is relatively easy for him to describe polar bears, for example, as he knows what they look like. But the trick to being a great writer is to go beyond that and “become” that bear. To describe its thoughts, feelings and actions from the inside, as it lives them itself.

This is what Chris likes to do; in fact, he claims that if he were to be an animal, a polar bear is exactly what he would choose to be. His love and respect for them is clear in the stories.

The creation of the character David Rain, who is based on Chris as a young man, allows Chris to take a look at himself from a distance, and decide whether he likes what he sees. If not, it can all be changed.

David Rain … sometimes

Creating characters, in general, is a way to look at yourself, your life, your beliefs, your feelings, safely and without fear of being laughed at or ridiculed. After all, it's not
you
, is it? For young people, it's possible to test things out through someone you've created, before committing yourself to those things in real life. Not sure whether you'd enjoy being a doctor?
Write about one, and see. Feeling awkward about talking to your mom about something? Try it out on paper first.

When he was a boy, Chris always dreamed of being a rock star, a professional soccer player, or an astronaut. Needless to say, none of those things happened — he didn't want them enough. These days, he still likes to write songs but only watches soccer on TV (it requires less energy, he says). Taking a ride in the space shuttle remains a dream, but now, as a writer, he could easily experience any of those childhood fancies at the touch of a key.

David Rain starts out as a naïve, innocent young man, with a clean slate as far as his ideas about himself and his world are concerned. He has none, really. But over the course of a little more than six years, book-time, he goes on a staggering personal journey to become something beyond his wildest imaginings. Something he didn't even know it was possible to be (read the books to find out exactly what). Through writing the Last Dragon Chronicles, Chris's life, too, has changed and
expanded, often beyond his own expectations. He's very grateful to his alter ego, David Rain.

Since becoming a writer (of songs and stories) the one question Chris has wrangled with is this: Where does inspiration come from? The creation of Gadzooks as a character was meant to answer that. Gadzooks is the physical manifestation of the fire within, the creative force that resides within us all. Gadzooks represents that part of us that does have all the answers — if only we could access them. Zookie, as he is affectionately called, enables David to do just that. As long as he trusts his faithful dragon and the words he writes on his pad, all is well — eventually!

The crucial thing in the stories that is emphasized repeatedly is that David
loves
Gadzooks, that he must never make him cry, so that he won't shed his fire tear, or lose his spark. In other words, David must keep Zookie's inner flame alight. In day-to-day terms, Chris
is telling himself to “stay friends” with his creative source, or he will run the risk of losing its help, and with it the ability to be inspired. Believing in Gadzooks “raises his auma,” that is, makes the connection to David stronger. The more that happens, the easier the connection is maintained. Self-belief is vital for a writer.

Gadzooks is also a vehicle to open David's mind to possibilities beyond those that would usually be considered the accepted norm. Likewise, by following his own intuition, Chris can create his own pathway through the world, literary or otherwise, instead of simply retracing the old familiar tracks of habit.

As if all that wasn't enough, Zookie is able to predict the future — only a very short while ahead —
or
he makes the future happen, or perhaps a little of both. In the book, it is deliberately kept ambivalent as to whether fiction is mirroring life, or vice versa. Chris is telling himself that circumstances are not always definitely one thing or another. Sometimes they are much more complex than that; wisdom often lies in keeping an open mind.

Chris often finds vital bits of information for a story just popping up at the exact moment he needs them. This happens far too many times to ignore. He now just accepts it as part of the creative process. And if the information isn't close to hand, a quick request to the Universe (that is, a mental plea sent out for help) usually brings what is required, and often from very unlikely sources.

Chris trusts Gadzooks in the sense that he often doesn't know what he's writing about until after he's done it. To paraphrase David, when he describes writing his stories to Liz, “It's a bit like being on a mystery tour…. You sort of know that you're going, but you can't be sure where until you arrive.”

Chris will write anywhere. (Not on walls in subways, of course.) When away from home, he has to make do with any odd moment that he can find, at any time of day, or even night, sometimes, to type on his laptop. Ideally, however, Chris writes in the mornings,
till around two-thirty if “in the zone.” An average of 500–1,000 words is considered to be a “good” day — but on a “bad” day, he'll stare at the carpet till ten, cut his fingernails for fifteen minutes, and decide it's imperative that he rearrange his paper clips (individually) for another hour. Then he'll have a change of pace and strum his guitar, waiting for inspiration to come. Clearly, though, it's inspiration's day off: It will take Chris forty-three minutes and twenty-two seconds to realize this. (He'll be watching the hands of the clock by now.) Eventually, he will write a paragraph. Rewrite it. Erase some of it. Replace it in a different order. Erase all of it. Snarl a bit. Growl a bit. Write it again. Then he'll come downstairs having achieved nothing but an oversized headache. Thankfully, days like these are few and far between.

However, on those days when he does get “in the zone” — lost in that other world — he can hardly get the words out quickly enough. The story flows and pours out of him almost faster than he can write it
down. Chris says this is the biggest “high” in the world. Time ceases to exist for him, and even when he comes downstairs for something to eat he is still in a daze and has to take time out to readjust to this world. It is almost as if the story has already been written on some other plane of existence, and Chris is just “listening” and copying it down; as if the story itself is a living entity and wants to be told, just as much as Chris wants to tell it. It's a cooperative venture, he says.

Other authors have spoken of a similar feeling, that they have to just “reach up” and grab a story “out of the ether.” This could explain why many books on a particular subject (say, vampires, wizards, or dragons) are created at similar times. Some writers will be just “jumping on the bandwagon” of something that has been proven to be a recent commercial success, but discounting that, there is a definite “zeitgeist” (meaning “spirit of the time”) effect going on. A basic idea seems to make itself known to any who are able to perceive it “floating around,” but each person filters it through
their own personality and writing style, so different authors will have different “takes” on it, and thus will turn out different books, all with the same theme.

Chris is interested in many different subjects beyond the boundaries of accepted reality, and explores them in his writing. Subjects such as quantum mechanics, time (is there such a thing?) travel, probable realities, parallel universes (are there other versions of “us”?), life (with or without physical bodies) on other worlds, and the expansion of consciousness all appeal to him hugely. He has always had an attraction to such topics and investigates them in his imagination before including them in his fiction. But is it fiction? Could it be that we
do
choose our own parents, as Alexa does, or that death
is
“just another place to be”? Can we heal ourselves simply by the power of thought? Or affect the outcome of situations just by intention?

Our understanding of this world is changing all the time, and there are a larger and larger numbers of scientists who are now beginning to think that some, if not all, of these things may be within our capabilities
as human beings, at some point in the future, if not currently (some say there is only an eternal “now”). Perhaps in days or years or centuries to come, extra-sensory perception — things like telepathy, manifesting by visualization, conversing with flowers and the apparently inanimate Universe — will be commonplace. Perhaps there really is a fine line between what you imagine and what you create. In which case, we had all better start imagining wonderful things — and thus do our part toward creating a wonderful world in which to live in peace and harmony. As David Rain says, “All things are possible with The Fire Eternal,” the most creative force in the Universe.

*
This is what Gwilanna disparagingly calls storytellers.

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