A prayer. A kingdom for those cursed, those exiled, those whom men call "weredragons. Dawn of Dragons, an epic fantasy trilogy, tells the story of Requiem's birth, wars, and hope.
This bundle includes. Dragons Lost. A forbidden word. The name of a kingdom lost to history. Of magic forgotten. Of a homeland for dragons. They say that years ago, Requiem was real. That men and women could grow wings, breathe fire, and fly as noble dragons. That marble halls rose in a birch forest. Legacy of Moth.
Our song fades. Our children perish. Whatever the case, a cough kept rising in his throat, and he couldn't wait to finally sit by a roaring fire, a mug of mulled wine in his hands.
Torin sighed. Last war, when I was half as old, I didn't care about the cold, and I didn't long for a hearth or wine. He was turning forty this winter, and with every year, he cared less for swords and more for mugs, less for saddles and more for armchairs. They kept riding north, leaving the bear statue behind. The forest had changed over the past few leagues. Few of the maples, birches, and oaks of Arden grew here.
Here was a forest of towering pines like steeples. Wolves ran between the evergreens and hawks glided above, and several times the riders saw true bears; the beasts fed from icy streams, catching salmon in their jaws. The snow kept falling, and with every gust of wind, clumps of snow fell from the trees with thumps. Torin kept looking around for Verilish soldiers, guardians of the border, but saw none.
Here was a vast land, as large as Arden and Mageria combined, covered with ice and boulders and thick woods. Perhaps Verilon depended more on its harsh hinterlands for defense than any wall or guard along its borders. They were weary, but they did not wish to set camp here in the wilderness of a foreign land.
They rode on, breath frosting, lips blue, and the snow would not stop falling. They ate as they rode, and Torin found himself nodding off in the saddle, despite the pain in his limbs and the blisters growing on his thighs.
Shadows of Moth by Daniel Arenson.
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