The Red Moon Eclipse

“The Red Moon Eclipse” is an excerpt from “The Third Dragon – Book One of the Dukarian Legacy”, by Dawn Ross.

Many of the primary characters, except the main character Tomis, give their point of view as the red moon crawls across the sun.  This eclipse is a premonition of things to come.

Copyright 2011

Destiny made its way across the sky.  The Oracle stood outside and squinted up at the sun.  He smiled as he brought his hand up to shade his eyes.  Fortunately, no clouds were in his way to block the view.

The bright blue sky darkened as the red moon ever so slowly, crawled over the bright disc of the sun.  Soon the day would be black.  The Oracle wondered if the red moon would turn black too.  It was supposed to be an invisible new moon, but had been red for days.

This was an exciting moment.  The Oracle’s stomach fluttered with anticipation.  His smile never left his lips.  He’d been waited for this his entire life.  And now it was here.  His visions were coming to life this very moment.  Nothing could stop it now.  Blood was spilled and the choice was made to kill.

But the young Dragon still lived.  The Oracle feared for the boy, but had faith in the young Dragon’s friends.  With their love and care, the boy would make it.  The Oracle knew he would.


Asha waited in the meadow by herself all day.  She noticed the moon and couldn’t wait for the rest of it to occur.  And here it was.

She sat on a rock before a field of brown winter grass.  Her elbows rested on her knees.  Her hands supported her chin as she looked up at the sky and smiled.

The red moon was nearly halfway across the sun.  Asha closed her eyes at the brightness; then opened them slightly so she could see the miracle before her.

She was still wondering how she and the other Sisters were to help the boy.  Surely, Sister Lasara’s healing of the boy a few moon cycles ago wasn’t all they were to do.  Asha wanted to leave and find the boy of the Prophecy but Sister Lasara reminded her that they were to be patient and stay with the Green-eyed Raven.  Besides, they couldn’t be certain whether or not the boy would be at his castle.  And even if he was, the Sisters couldn’t show their faces there.  They would be killed.

Asha knew she was being as impatient as Sister Didre, but she couldn’t help it.  The Sisters of the Order of Cestar had been waiting for this to occur for a long time.  Magic would return to Ungal.  Innocent people like Asha’s family would no longer be killed for their wonderful gifts.  The Father of Life would bless them all and embrace them with happiness.


“What in the name . . .” Kildas said as he dropped the ax he had been chopping wood with.  The head of the ax fell beside his foot and the handle landed over his toes with a hurtful thump.  He barely noticed it, though, as he looked up at the sky.  His mouth fell open.

“What is it, dear?” Natalia asked while holding Demeron in her arms.  She was just inside the cottage and stepped out to see what Kildas was looking at.  Kildas didn’t answer her question.  He was at a loss for words.

She took her place beside Kildas and looked up.  He heard her take in a huge breath of air with a gasp.  “Dear spirits!” she exasperated.  She immediately ran back into the cottage to put the baby in his crib.

After a short moment, she came back out and stood by his side.  They stood in silent wonder for a while as the red moon hindered the light of the sun.  Night was coming in the middle of the day.

“What does it mean?” she worried.

“I don’t know,” Kildas replied as he put his arm around her waist and pulled her close.  “But it’s the beginning of something momentous.”

“We are doomed,” she whispered.  Kildas took his eyes from the sky and looked down at her.  She looked back at him with apprehensive worry.

“We’ll be fine,” he said with hope.  He kissed her on the forehead and cradled her head to his shoulder.


Haban stood on the balcony once again.  He watched with awe as the red moon completely covered the sun.  The sky was as black as night.  The entire castle grounds below him went quiet.  Everyone looked up as if expecting the sky to come crashing down.

Haban wasn’t scared.  He was too bewildered to be frightened.  Was this good or bad?  If it was bad, bad for whom?  Haban wasn’t as hopeful as he had been when it was just the red moon, but he was still confident.  Something was going to happen.  Changes were going to be made.  Haban was practically certain it was him who was going to make the changes.  The red moon and eclipse were probably a sign that his plans were going to work.  He would get his son.  He would capture Lord Kildas.  Then he would destroy Mid and Upper Ungal.

There was blood in the sky and there would soon be blood on the earth.  The thought brought a cold smile to Haban’s lips.  For once, things were going to work his way.


Codi made them stop.  He said they were lucky before when the horses traveled through darkness.  But surely their luck wouldn’t keep up.  Not with the bad omen in the sky darkening the land.

Reyker gulped.  Codi did too.  Before, Reyker was just wary.  Now he was worried.  A black disc surrounded by a ring of fire loomed above.  He felt his heart crawl up in his throat.  This was a very bad omen.  This was a sign worse than the red moon.

Reyker wasn’t normally superstitious.  But this event wasn’t natural.  Reyker had heard of such things happening before, and usually bad things came along with it.  The last time he had heard the moon covered the sun was the day after King Mitas was killed.  He thought the story of the eclipse following the great king’s death had been an embellishment of the tale.  But he couldn’t help but to believe it was true now.

He felt a deep nagging pain in his gut.  It told him something was going to happen.  His heart beat fast with the suspense.  Although he sensed no one around, he expected to get attacked at any moment.

The thought of King Mitas being killed around an event like this brought his attention to Tomis.  With a sudden worry, he opened the bundle in his arms to look at the kid’s face.  He was still asleep.  Reyker reached inside his mind to make certain he was still alive.  He felt the life blood still flowing through the kid, but it concerned him greatly that he wasn’t able to sense any thoughts in Tomis’ head.  Reyker could see inside the minds of others even when they were asleep.  Even an unconscious man had a liveliness in his head.  But not Tomis.  His mind retreated deeply, far beyond Reyker’s reach.

A tear fell from Reyker’s eye as he put the blanket back over the kid.  He looked up at the sky again but was not the least bit comforted by it.


The Necromancer just found out about the eclipse.  First a red moon, now an eclipse.  It had to mean something and he had to find out what.

He sat in the magic circle painted on the floor and went into a trance.  He would speak to Rammon first.  Rammon wasn’t much of a help in the past when it came to premonitory seeing, but surely he knew something.  Something like this couldn’t go unnoticed, even in the spirit world.

The Necromancer concentrated his thoughts.  Without much effort, he felt the portal open.  His eyes were closed, but even if they were open he wouldn’t have been able to see it as well as he could feel it.  It felt like a cold wet mist was washing over him.  It enveloped him with a sensual tingling.  The Necromancer smiled at the feeling.

Pestering whispers flooded his ears.  But within moments, those whispers were swept away by the sound of Rammon’s powerful voice.

I did not expect you to summon me so soon, Rammon echoed in the Necromancer’s head.

“I have . . . an important . . . question,” the Necromancer responded.  “A red moon . . . and an eclipse . . . have just met.  What does . . . it mean?”

Not to worry.  It is nothing, Rammon assured.

“No?  Are you certain?”

 You question me? Rammon laughed.  Of course I am certain.  Why would I tell you otherwise?

The Necromancer shamed like an ignorant child.  Rammon was right.  He shouldn’t question such a keen spirit.

It is a premonition for the powerful magic you will be using.  It foretells the coming of a great wizard.  The greatest of all times.


Truly.  No one has had power like yours in generations.  Why, I doubt if mine was ever so strong.

The Necromancer beamed.  It all made so much sense.  How silly it was of him to worry.  How absurd it was for him to expend his magic on such an insignificant question and waste Rammon’s time.

Author: Dawn Ross, Copyright 2011

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s