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the attempts he'd made. But she was always watching...
Braxion,
Prove yourself worthy and perhaps I will consider a meeting.
— K
How could he ever prove himself more worthy? He'd unified all the fractured fiefs and brought together the various lords under one kingdom, and with the help of the Hakkadians, had conquered and subdued the dragons. Unfortunately the Hakkadian traitor, Master Vhelan, had just stolen most of the dragons. But that was another matter for him to deal with soon. He couldn't allow theft of his property to go unpunished.
The Prince's fiery-green eyes blazed as he stared at Braxion as if wondering whether he was paying attention. "It seems that Master Greyth Shalinor is still alive, as is his grandson. And your daughter is with the young Tael Shalinor in Glar Bay. The witch Jesmia has given one of my servants an interesting account after she interrogated the boy. They are attempting to go west and form an alliance with the Malathians."
"Little good that will offer them. The Malathians are weak—"
"Perhaps you should listen to my entire report before interjecting commentary, grandson? I'm afraid your rash, human blood is too strong... There is much you need to prove before displaying your arrogance to the world. The only thing that matters is for us to secure the artifacts necessary to grant my freedom from this gloomy prison. And so far the only artifact we've secured is the Amulet of Tabershem, and this is because of the demon we successfully implanted in Master Loral of the Arcanum. What of the Malathians?"
"We've had several border skirmishes with them." King Braxion cleared his throat in embarrassment, knowing how he handled the Malathians was a disaster. "I was about to call an army against their kingdom—"
"None of that is of any importance. The dwarves are far more urgent to our cause. We can deal with the Malathians later. The elves are an entirely different story... For now, go at once and deal with the dwarves in Magrad. Our spies tell us that the traitor, Master Vhelan, has negotiated an alliance with them. Your reputation among the other Princes is dwindling, and our Lord and Master is demanding progress. Win this battle against the dwarves and you might find favor returning to you, Koroshen has indicted this to me. Fail, and you'll find your head offered as a sacrifice to the dragons."
King Braxion bowed his head in subservience to Prince Xanthes, knowing that his punishment should have been far worse for what had happened to the dragons. In a bold move, he raised his voice once again as his grandfather was about to leave the dark chamber.
"Thank you for your kindness. I will not fail against the dwarves." He cleared his throat and glanced at the Prince's demonic eyes. "And what other news have your heard from the witch in Glar Bay?"
"Nothing that you need to know." The Prince studied Braxion as if deeming him unworthy of his respect. "The next time I share information with you, try and keep your mouth shut long enough to listen. Remember, you are not the only grandson I have in this world. There are others waiting to take your place. Keep this in mind as you venture out to conquer the dwarves."
Prince Xanthes turned and left the empty chamber. But the crystal eye on the table still stared at Braxion, unblinking and unnerving, as if measuring the weight what it saw. After a long, uncomfortable time, it faded slowly into darkness. His mother was watching him. If he proved himself on the battlefield against the dwarves, she would finally agree to meet. A fire raged in his belly as he pictured the slaughter of the dwarven army, and gaining revenge against the Hakkadian rebels led by Master Vhelan. Braxion still had the dragon king, Keraxes, and he was certain the other dragons would obey and follow them once Keraxes commanded it.
It was time to go to war.
Chapter Nine
IN THE MOONLIT aura of the ice-capped mountains, Master Vhelan flew with the sixteen dragons of his group,
Braxion,
Prove yourself worthy and perhaps I will consider a meeting.
— K
How could he ever prove himself more worthy? He'd unified all the fractured fiefs and brought together the various lords under one kingdom, and with the help of the Hakkadians, had conquered and subdued the dragons. Unfortunately the Hakkadian traitor, Master Vhelan, had just stolen most of the dragons. But that was another matter for him to deal with soon. He couldn't allow theft of his property to go unpunished.
The Prince's fiery-green eyes blazed as he stared at Braxion as if wondering whether he was paying attention. "It seems that Master Greyth Shalinor is still alive, as is his grandson. And your daughter is with the young Tael Shalinor in Glar Bay. The witch Jesmia has given one of my servants an interesting account after she interrogated the boy. They are attempting to go west and form an alliance with the Malathians."
"Little good that will offer them. The Malathians are weak—"
"Perhaps you should listen to my entire report before interjecting commentary, grandson? I'm afraid your rash, human blood is too strong... There is much you need to prove before displaying your arrogance to the world. The only thing that matters is for us to secure the artifacts necessary to grant my freedom from this gloomy prison. And so far the only artifact we've secured is the Amulet of Tabershem, and this is because of the demon we successfully implanted in Master Loral of the Arcanum. What of the Malathians?"
"We've had several border skirmishes with them." King Braxion cleared his throat in embarrassment, knowing how he handled the Malathians was a disaster. "I was about to call an army against their kingdom—"
"None of that is of any importance. The dwarves are far more urgent to our cause. We can deal with the Malathians later. The elves are an entirely different story... For now, go at once and deal with the dwarves in Magrad. Our spies tell us that the traitor, Master Vhelan, has negotiated an alliance with them. Your reputation among the other Princes is dwindling, and our Lord and Master is demanding progress. Win this battle against the dwarves and you might find favor returning to you, Koroshen has indicted this to me. Fail, and you'll find your head offered as a sacrifice to the dragons."
King Braxion bowed his head in subservience to Prince Xanthes, knowing that his punishment should have been far worse for what had happened to the dragons. In a bold move, he raised his voice once again as his grandfather was about to leave the dark chamber.
"Thank you for your kindness. I will not fail against the dwarves." He cleared his throat and glanced at the Prince's demonic eyes. "And what other news have your heard from the witch in Glar Bay?"
"Nothing that you need to know." The Prince studied Braxion as if deeming him unworthy of his respect. "The next time I share information with you, try and keep your mouth shut long enough to listen. Remember, you are not the only grandson I have in this world. There are others waiting to take your place. Keep this in mind as you venture out to conquer the dwarves."
Prince Xanthes turned and left the empty chamber. But the crystal eye on the table still stared at Braxion, unblinking and unnerving, as if measuring the weight what it saw. After a long, uncomfortable time, it faded slowly into darkness. His mother was watching him. If he proved himself on the battlefield against the dwarves, she would finally agree to meet. A fire raged in his belly as he pictured the slaughter of the dwarven army, and gaining revenge against the Hakkadian rebels led by Master Vhelan. Braxion still had the dragon king, Keraxes, and he was certain the other dragons would obey and follow them once Keraxes commanded it.
It was time to go to war.
Chapter Nine
IN THE MOONLIT aura of the ice-capped mountains, Master Vhelan flew with the sixteen dragons of his group,
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