Dragons Legacy
Uploaded by malus_dominus on Aug 26, 2001
Foreword
In the days of the Ancients there was a race like no other, for they were blessed with a unique gift of being able to speak and understand Dragon Tongue.
Rumors spread about these magical folk, penetrating right into the heart of the Evil Lord’s great fortress in the Dark Lands.
Evil Lord Malus Dominus heard of this race, and he became worried. All knew that dragons were a superior race that could be only be defeated by immortals. They were the strongest creatures alive. If these folk were to forge an alliance with the dragons he would surely perish.
Before dawn the next day, he had summoned his undead warriors. They had destroyed the race before daybreak … well that’s what they thought.
A few hours later some traders passed by the spot where the village had been and they heard a noise. When they went to investigate they found a child wrapped in a silk sheet just barely alive.
So they took the child and raised it as one of there own never knowing its secret.
Chapter 1 – The Truth Realized
The merchant’s son Dazhrej was the finest archer in the Princedom of Vellant’im. His father Rovnir went to the inn every night and gloated.
The bandit had slain the guards surrounding the treasury and made off with the loot.
If Dazhrej had not had to fetch some more silk for his father he would not have seen the bandit making off with the Prince’s treasure covered in the blood of the Prince’s royal guards.
Dazhrej yelled for the man to stop. The bandit obliged, turned around and went for his barbed throwing knife. Before he had a chance to throw it he had an arrow in his arm pinning it to a tree. Before the fellow had a chance to take in the damage he had another arrow right between his eyes.
The Prince thanked Dazhrej for recovering his treasure and rewarded Dazhrej by offering to foster him until knighthood.
Dazhrej gladly accepted………..
Three years later
Dazhrej now excelled in swordplay, knife fighting and magic.
“Dazhrej, have the horses been readied?” asked Prince Ronan.
“Yes, your highness,” Dazhrej replied.
“We leave at sunrise,” the Prince said.
“Ah, Prince Ronan, where are we going?” Dazhrej asked with curiosity.
“The Grand Congregation of course,” replied Prince Ronan. “Every Prince is going to be there. It’s where we draw up the trade laws, permits and settle disputes between the Princedoms.”
“Oh. Why did you not go last year or...