Since The Fires of Alira one thousand five hundred years ago, dragons have lived separate from the other races in Midgar. They rarely make contact with others, unless in terms of conflict. Eleonora is the descendant of the dragon sovereign, and will one day assume the throne of the Perilous Horde herself. The horde, despite years of murky conflict, forges an alliance with the human kingdom of Samirya located in the northern region. It is no longer a matter of petty bickering. Now, with the eve of a Great War looming over them, both groups lives depend on a truce. As conflict thickens and land disputes grow increasingly more bitter, the chieftain of the Perilous Horde makes a final desperate move to unite the two worlds: the dragons will send an ambassador to protect the humans capital city of Mimmgar from the oncoming invasion. And who should be that ambassador be but Eleonora? Eleonora just hopes to complete that task quickly so she can return home, but soon finds that the humans are nothing like she expected. Forming an unforeseen connection with the human king, and becoming captivated by a young blacksmith, she begins to question everything she's ever known and learns that her homeland may have some terrible secrets of its own. Book one of A Dragon’s Legacy.
View MoreFlavius and I spent the rest of the day in the war room discussing our next moves for the war with Soren and Dovydas. With evening upon us, everyone leaves to get ready for the ceremony. I stand outside the temple doors with Flavius by my side. I brush my hands over my arms as I shiver from a chill that runs through my body. The doors to the temple open, and Sunniva calls us in. Flavius and I slowly walk into the room, our bodies exposed to all of the hordes. We head to the front of the room and face each other, with Sunniva standing near us. The room is dimly lit, the candles casting a golden hue across Flavius’s skin.
Flavius slowly opens his eyes from my soft touches. When his warm brown eyes meet my own, I cannot help the soft look that brushes across my features. Placing my hands on his cheeks I lean in giving a fleeting kiss. "Good morning," I whisper angelically. "Goodmornin," he replies, pressing a kiss to my forehead. Ishudderat the sparks that spread across my face. Stretching my body out I throw the blankets off of us, then I proceed to climb out of bed and change. Flavius does the same. When we are clothed, I lead Flavius through the mountain into t
Flavius follows behind me, "Don't you think you were a little harsh?" Flavius had such a wonderful mother he could not possibly understand the resentment I hold towards my own. “My mother blamed me for Fafnir's death. She has never been a real mother to me. I could care less what happens to her. The last thing I need is people like her weighing me down," I respond heatedly. If my mother had not lived such a cowardly life then I never would have suffered as I have. I used to think that upon the deaths of my parents I would be sorrowful but instead I find a dee
Trygg pulls his own blade from under his robes rushing towards me. I meet him halfway my sword heavy in hand. Trygg dips and weaves narrowly missing the slash of my sword. My blade scrapes the stone ground causing sparks to flare. He whips behind me hitting me on the back. I stumble forwardmy sword clattering to the ground. When I turn over Trygg looms over me, before he has the chance tostrike,I kick him in the gut. He hunches over clutching his stomach. I quickly stand-up grabbing Trygg’s sword which sits closer to me than my own. Gripping the blade tightly in my clutch I bound forward slicing Trygg’s arms. He scuffles back blood now coating his robes. His eyes come ablaze glowing a deep yellow, fangs begin to protrude from his mouth as he enters a half-fazed state.
The light peering in through the cave entrance stirs me awake. I feel my eyes open, lifting my head from Flavius's chest I look up meeting his gaze. He smiles at me softly. “Mornin,” he murmursgruffly. “Good morning.” Removing my arms from his waist, I grab his hand, and begin to pull him from the bed. "Come now; we must meet my f
We stand at the edge of the forest to say our goodbyes. The midday heat caresses my skin like a warm blanket. I turn towards those gathered here,pulling an unsuspecting Daniel into a firm hug. The tips of his now untamed mane tickle my face. "I am going to miss you," I mumble against him. Daniels's body is rigid against mine, but he finally loosens up,hugging me back.
The dawning sun blooms on the horizon, shining like a golden Phoenix fresh from the ashes of rebirth. On a day such as this, one would expect the heavens to be weeping. But instead, the morning is full of serene silence. The world sits so still even the wind is not singing. Just as Flavius and I finish getting dressed, there is a light knock on my chamber door. "It is time, your highness," I hear amaidsay from outside. Flavius and I leave my chambers in silence. The still castle sits around us like a heavy iron bird cage. We walk to the throne
Everyone is solemn and quiet as we filter out of the throne room. The events of the wedding are a clouded haze in my mind, leaving me riddled with anxiety. I am so entrapped by my thoughts that I do not even realize that we have made it to my chambers until I hear the door creaking open. I look to see the room they have taken me to is the one that I was placed in when I first arrived in the capital. Flavius is the only one the enters the room with me; I briefly see Soren leaving as the door is being closed. "I apologize," I mumble, "I do not know what came over me. I was just so angry."
Panic pierces my heart at the suddenhigh-pitchedsound of Evalene’s scream filtering through the commotion of the room. I whip around to see Gwen hovering over Gregory. Panic controlling my actions, I rush over to them. With one hand, I shove Gwen sending her sliding across the stone floor. I look down at Gregory to see a dagger shoved deep into his chest. "Oh, gods.... oh gods!" I cry out, tears pricking my eyes. This cannot be happening. Gregory looks up at me,giving a weak smile. I desperately place my hands around the knife to try and stop the bleeding.
I push open the heavy iron doors leading to the throne room. The door screeches against the hard stone floor. Entering the spacious room, I am surrounded by the horde officials. They are all lined up side-by-side, facing fathers' throne. The ends of their gray robes trail behind them. Standing just feet away from him, I place a fist over my heart and bow in our traditional greeting. "Father,” I say, looking up at him. The depths of his cold violet eyes search mine. With a forced smile, he says, "You may rise." "Thank you, father, " I reply curtly. Standing straight once more, he lifts himself from the throne and moves closer to me and the horde officials in a composed manner. "As you all are aware, there is a rogue horde who calls themselves Betsalel. They have been threatening to attack from the south so as to claim our land for themselves,” father starts. “If they make it that far we will lose everything we have worked so hard to build. That inc
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