Read Online The Second Prophecy (Part 1 of the Dragdani Prophecies) by R. Alan Ferguson - Free Book Online

before them and remembered the last time he
was there. There were fond memories of that once beautiful land,
which then was rich with all sorts of life. The grass and wild
trees and rare plants were the finest and brightest of any land
that he had ever seen, but no more, for now there was nothing but
darkness. And all of the things that Delsani had seen were now dry,
shriveled, and dead. He could swear that the stench of death was
all around them in that dead place. They rode on for a little
longer and then set up camp behind Veuguil forest at least two
miles away from any enemy patrol.
    “ We should
get whatever we need for the assault on the fortress ready.” said
John.
    “ We’ll have
to make our plan of attack,” said Delsani.
    He turned to
the young Wizard that was standing next to John.
    “ Euol, please
inform the leaders of the other races that we will be holding a
meeting.” Suddenly he stopped. “Where will we hold the meeting,
John?” he asked.
    “ Begging your
pardon, sir, but what about the tent the men are setting up?” said
Euol.
    “ Tent,” said
Delsani, surprised. He turned round and there it was a large white
tent almost ready to be raised.
    “ Those fools.
What in the name of hell do they think they’re doing?” said the old
Wizard angrily. They ran over to the area of the not quite finished
tent.
    “ Where is
Prince Bacnil?” asked Delsani of one of the men holding a rope, as
they started to raise the tent.
    “ The Prince left orders that he
was not to be disturbed,” said the man fearfully. “Is there
anything I can do for you?”
    “ Yes,” said
Delsani, ‘there’s something you can do. You can tell me where to
find the Prince. Or I could always make you tell me. It’s your
choice.”
    The man
hesitated, but then Delsani reached into his pocket and swiftly
took out his wand.
    “ He’s round
the back seeing to the work being done there,” said the man, his
voice shaking. The Wizards could hear the pure fear as the poor man
spoke.
    John was
surprised at his old friend; it was unlike the Wizard to threaten
anyone in that way.
    They went
around the side of the tent. There were many men, but Delsani
recognized Prince Bacnil. The seventeen-year-old boy was the third
and youngest son of Leroih, the King of the men of the eastern
plains, commonly known as the Morden.
    The young
prince stood watching the progress; he had a baby face, wavy long
black hair, and was as thin as a rake. John actually thought he
looked anorexic. And in the opinion of most of the Wizards, Elves,
and Dwarves, he looked much too young and green to be leading
anyone into battle. Yet the men seemed to have faith in him and his
abilities, or perhaps they had no choice. After all he was their
Prince.
    “ I’m not sure
that putting up this tent is a good idea,” said Delsani to the
young man, “as it may be seen.”
    “ I think
we’re a safe distance away from any danger,” said the Prince in his
childlike voice.
    “ Is that so?”
said the Wizard. Delsani then walked forward until he was at the
edge of the forest. “Well. Then, I would ask you to draw your
attention to the cleft yonder.” the Wizard was now pointing far
across the extensive field before him. When Bacnil followed the
Wizard’s steps and looked, he could see a dark cleft standing tall
and proud.
    “ Well, can you see it?” asked
Delsani.
    “ Yes, I can
see it,” replied Bacnil.
    “ And would
you say that if the tent was up and you were standing on that
cleft, you might be able to see the very top of it?”
    For a few
seconds the Prince stood there staring at the cleft. He turned and
looked at the tent, which was almost fully up. “Take the tent
down,” he said to the closest man to him.
    It was at
this time John noticed that the clear sky had gone and a black
cloud was hovering overhead. His eyes turned green again, and he
walked until he was clear of the trees and then looked toward the
fortress. He zoomed in on it and could see