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  Dragon Fusion

  The Elite Series, Volume 1

  Karen Carnahan

  Published by KLC, 2020.

  While every precaution has been taken in the preparation of this book, the publisher assumes no responsibility for errors or omissions, or for damages resulting from the use of the information contained herein.

  DRAGON FUSION

  First edition. July 7, 2020.

  Copyright © 2020 Karen Carnahan.

  ISBN: 978-1393117230

  Written by Karen Carnahan.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

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  About the Author

  First, the most important thanks go to our Heavenly Father for blessing me with your guidance.

  A thank you to Amy Claire Mager, my Editor, who gave me a broader vision to expand my story and to Andrea Fodor, my Book Designer.

  I want to thank my loving family, who encouraged me to follow my dreams.

  Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

  Chapter One

  IT WAS FRIDAY. EL HAD arrived home from school. She was glad it was the beginning of her weekend. Today had been a crazy day between the jerks on the bus this morning, then the cheerleaders in first period laughing at her, because Sue made her chase after the stupid basketball. She wished she could have shoved the ball in Sue’s face especially, when she said, “Oh, did little ole me do that.” The nerve of that girl. She walked down the hall into the kitchen, where she saw a note on the fridge door.

  El Dear,

  Dinner’s in the fridge.

  It’s the container with the blue lid.

  Sorry, but it’s going to be a late night.

  I’ll pick up a bit of something for us

  on the way home.

  Love, Mom

  She opened the door; it was mostly bare due to the fact her mom hadn’t been able to go shopping since she been extremely busy at work. She grabbed the last of the orange juice, took a swig before throwing the empty container in the trash before she headed back down the hall. She entered her room, dropped the backpack to the floor. She tackled the tangled sheets on the bed, which she had left in disarray this morning. Grabbed the book off her desk, climbed onto the bed, placed pillows behind her as she got comfortable, opened the book, and began to read.

  Several hours later, taking a break from reading. El flipped through the pages, noticing she was more than halfway done. When she heard the door open and knew right away; it was her mom.

  “El, are you up?” hearing keys jingling as they got pulled from the lock.

  “Yes, ma’am!” El climbed off the bed, headed for the desk, grabbed a sheet of paper stuffed it in the book to mark the page, leaving the book on the desk as she headed out the door.

  Her mom was shorter than her by a half a foot, rock-solid, with light brown hair, which she always wore in a bun at work. El found her mom in the kitchen, walked over, hugged her, “How was your day, did you catch any bad guys?”

  “No, not today,” her mom opened the bag, pulled out two containers, and two sodas handed one of each to El.

  “Thank you,” El popped the top of the box, “Yummy, looks delicious.” It was a salad with the works to include her favorite black olives. “What, did you stay at the office today?” as she stabbed the fork into the salad’s contents before she took a bite.

  “I wish, today I had to go door to door asking each neighbor on the street of the crime scene if they’d seen or heard anything. Interesting how no one saw or heard a thing lucky enough a couple of neighbors had security cameras. I got the tech guys going over the footage as we speak; hopefully, there is something I can use as a lead.”

  A fear of El’s was one day her mom would get hurt on the job. She vowed a long time ago never to say a word about it. She knew how extremely hard her mom worked to get the detective position at the local Sheriff’s Station, not to mention the fact she loved her job. She was a no-nonsense type of person, as well as a walking lie detector, which is why she did her job so well. She always had the best stories to tell when she came home.

  There was one story where a guy threw the drugs; he was carrying into a bush, right before her mom caught him. He swore, he didn’t have any with him. Her bodycam said otherwise. Another was a woman who called the station, claimed she was being attacked by an unseen thing, only to find out it was a reaction to her new medication.

  Every bit of the food was now gone, the clock on the wall struck midnight. El’s mom gathered the trash. While she washed the glasses and wiped down the table, they both headed off to their rooms for the night.

  Rolling over to look at the clock, Ugh, was her body against allowing her to sleep past seven, even on the weekends. El crawled out to make the bed before she stumbled into the kitchen, her stomach growled with hunger. Her mom hadn’t arisen, for there was no coffee made. She grabbed a bite to eat, then headed back to her room.

  As she entered the room, she grabbed the book, climbed onto the bed. Yeah, she shouldn’t have waited until the last minute to do the English project, but she wasn’t looking forward to doing it.

  It didn’t take long to complete the book; it was Shakespeare’s “Macbeth,” which talked about three witches who’d made a prophecy to two generals. One would become thane of Cawdor, then eventually King, while the other would beget a line of Kings but never be King himself. Neither general took the witches seriously.

  The first general was shocked to learn from another guard he had become thane. The previous thane had been found a traitor during the last battle; he was put to death by the King. He told his wife of the prophecy. She convinced the general to kill the King, wracked with guilt over the King’s murder, and many other murders he had to commit to keep his secret. It became both his and his wife’s downfall, which led to their deaths.

  As she laid the book on her desk, El understood the need for power. It was the way of the world. She could see how it could also be someone's undoing. She hated the thought that some people took it to the next level by killing another to achieve their goal; this subject was disrupting her inner peace. Too bad she couldn’t hire someone to do this project for her. How she was going to pass English, she had no idea