Sevron Rise of the Dragons (eBook)

Eagle Bennett (Autor)

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2017 | 1. Auflage
346 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
978-1-5439-0732-2 (ISBN)

Infos

Euchara has been demon and taint free for generations, so long in fact that demons have become the stuff of legends, but the dark is stirring. The time of greatest need is fast approaching. Can the chosen of the Sevron fulfill the prophecy, awaken the dragons, and unite the warring races in time to stem the coming dark or will Ssheia, God of Demons, finally realize her revenge, plunging Euchara into a never ending dark no one will survive?

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Follow Kanen, Calsis, Det, Kara, Jang, Xend and Torshan as they learn their destinies and try to save their beloved world, Euchara, from Ssheia, the most evil being their world knows. Will they be able to awaken the dragons in time to save all of Euchara, or will they be plunged into eternal darkness and be tortured for the rest of their existence?Falling in line with traditional fantasy novels, Sevron Rise of the Dragons, takes you on a journey with these characters to see if they can fulfill their destinies.

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Chapter 1 Child of Lion

 

C.D. sighed as she walked the all too familiar road to the palace and listened to her mother ramble on and on about the importance of the day and how she must conduct herself in the presence of the queen. C.D. groaned under her breath. She had heard it all many, many times before. Thankfully thirteen winters of experience had taught her well how to ignore her mother all the while keeping the appearance of listening with a few properly timed non-committal answers.

C.D. knew full well the importance of the day. Today was the first day of spring. Because the seasons played such an important role in the lives of Sorans, everything revolved around the season, even the passage of time. Summer was the season of plenty, plenty of work and plenty of food. Fall was the season of harvest and preparation. Winter was the season of death. It was only the survival of winter that mattered to the age of a Soran. Death in winter was a common occurrence as temperatures dropped, especially in the lower classes where access to healers and good burning wood or coal was expensive and hard to come by, but spring was the season of renewal. So it made sense that on the first day of spring all over Sora children who had managed to survive thirteen winters were presented to the Duke or Duchess of their respective regions except for those lucky enough to live in the capital city of Soranson, or have the funds to travel to the capital. Those children would be presented to the King and Queen themselves. The respective leaders would spend a half a season testing the children to see what apprenticeship they would receive. The point was to stop talented children from being forced into the career choices of their respective parents. Something C.D. was exceedingly grateful for. If her mother had her way, C.D. would be a noble’s wife and run a household. C.D. shivered at the prospect. She couldn’t think of a worse fate. She would rather dig ditches or light the lanterns or anything rather than marry and have children. No, if she had any choice in the matter she would be a warrior like her father, Sir Maxis. Unfortunately, as her mother had told her many times, what she wanted would not be considered. What she would do for the rest of her life would be decided by the tests and what master was willing to take her on. For three winters she would train under that master, then as repayment for his or her training, she would work for two winters or until the master felt they had been repaid for their time, whichever came first. This was called the service. It was an equitable system for all involved, by the time a child reached their majority they were fully trained, had paid their service and were ready to face the world as adults.

A pause in her mother’s diatribe brought C.D. back to the present. She grunted an answer into the pause and her mother picked up right where she had left off. C.D. looked around at the mansions lining the winding road up to the palace. It was the only road that led to the palace and, thanks to her father Sir Maxis, she understood the defensive strategy to the single road. Thinking of her father brought a smile to her face. Her father was a knight, noble and Captain of the Kings Guard. He was one of the most important and respected people in the city. More importantly to C.D. he hadn’t been born into nobility, he had earned his rank through hard work and bravery. C.D. didn’t understand the rank system. She had met many nobles she didn’t think were worth the dirt they walked on and many more crafters and traders who were brilliant. Shouldn’t intelligence and talent be more important than the family you were born into? Of course the apprenticeship system was supposed to help this, but if you were born with a title you kept that title. Most nobly born went into one of three professions; politics, military, or marriage. She had heard her father’s complaints often enough to know what he thought of most nobles military ability.

Her mother stopped and looked at her. “Carolan’s Daughter, are you listening to me? This is important.” C.D. nodded and tried to force her attention back on her mother but it was a losing effort. She hated being called Carolan’s Daughter. The whole tradition of not naming children until they were chosen made no sense, even her father couldn’t give her a good reason why or even how the tradition started. “It’s just tradition C.D., sometimes that is the only answer.” he would tell her when she would ask. If that was the case then why couldn’t she be Maxis’ Daughter? But no, females carried their mother’s moniker and males their father’s. She loved her mother and respected what she had been taught by her, but the constant nagging on how to behave to best impress a husband was wearing thin. She wasn’t saying she never wished to marry, she just wanted to choose her own mate and, more than that, she wanted to establish herself as a warrior and maybe even a knight before she did. After all, female warriors, soldiers, even knights, were hardly uncommon in Sora. They were just uncommon in the nobility, but the Queen was a knight, why couldn’t she hope for the same?

C.D. was so lost in thought she completely missed her mother’s next pause causing her mother to pinch her arm to get her attention back. “You will listen to me young lady. Until the queen accepts you, you are still under my guardianship.” Her mother warned her as she grabbed her, forcing C.D. to face her. This was a mistake on her mother’s part since she was a good head taller than her mother, and her mother had to crane her neck to look at her. “Listen C.D., if you are not careful you could ruin your chances of impressing a good husband. If you embarrass yourself today with the queen you may have to settle for an un-landed noble, or worse, a younger son with no hope of inheriting. So please pay attention. We’re almost to the palace, so this is my last chance to make sure you understand everything you must say and do.”

C.D. sighed, but nodded at her mother and for the last few moments of the walk she tried very hard to listen to what her mother had to say. “Curtsey politely when you enter the room, smile….” Carolan’s words faded into white noise in the back of her mind. This was the third time her mother had went over this same thing, worse it was the same thing she heard every rest day on the walk to the palace temple. Children were not allowed into the inner sanctum of the temples, but were expected to accompany their parents so the acolytes could teach them about the gods of Sora. There seemed to be countless gods Sorans worshipped. C.D. loved the stories of the gods and was looking forward to the time when she would choose which god she would pledge her life to. Between her apprenticeship and her service she would be expected to do just that and she already knew what god she intended to pledge to, but she was careful to never mention this to anyone.

The appearance of the palace guard gate cut C.D.’s thoughts and Lady Carolan’s lecture short. C.D. had never been happier to see the palace entrance. The guard bowed to Lady Carolan as a sign of her superior rank, but simply nodded to C.D. “Would you like an escort Lady Carolan? One can be provided.”

“That will not be necessary, thank you, I know the way.” Carolan replied as she pushed past the young man who quickly stepped out of the way bowing as she passed. C.D. smiled at the young man hoping to convey an apology for her mother’s, at least in her opinion, rude behavior.

As they entered the reception area, C.D. made a quick assessment of everyone in the room before turning her attention to the herald and the string of under heralds.

Her mother approached a well-dressed man wearing the queen’s colors of silver and scarlet. The country’s colors were silver and gold, and Sora’s standard was a seated lion with wings spread wide, but both the king and queen carried their own color and standard. Her father had told her that was because both were knights of the realm before they became the rulers. The king wore gold and emerald green and his standard was a dragon clawing at the sky. The queen, of course, used a bacrat as her standard since she was one of the few people who could actually claim a tame bacrat. The winged cat-like creatures were rare, but that didn’t stop anyone from coveting the lovely little creatures.

As per their rank the herald took them directly in. He walked them from the reception room to the queen’s private study. C.D. had been in the palace for many reasons, but she had never been let past the public areas. She was surprised at how homey this area seemed after the elegance of the public areas. It was easy to forget that you were in the royal palace.

They were announced and allowed to enter. The room was simple and beautiful. If not for the stately woman sitting in the chair and the two fully armored guards she would have thought this was her father’s study at home. It wasn’t a large room, but the windows and bench style seating along the outside wall seemed to enhance it somehow. At the far end of the room were two comfortable chairs upholstered in a sedate green and brown leaf pattern. In one of these chairs sat her majesty, Queen Seiren. She had seen the queen several times before when the palace would hold mid-winter and harvest parties, but she had always been in her royal splendor and escorted by her husband, King Fellip. Today she was dressed in simple light colored slacks and green tunic. The only sign of her rank was the thin metal crown she wore on her head. Skye, her bacrat, perched majestically on her shoulder.

C.D. could feel her...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 29.8.2017
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Fantasy
• ISBN-10: 1-5439-0732-6 / 1543907326
• ISBN-13: 978-1-5439-0732-2 / 9781543907322