Sign of the Dragon by Alex Morgenstern (Awakening the Giants 0.5)
English | 2020 | Fantasy | ePUB | 2.6 MB
His second sight was a magical gift. But his visions became a curse he would do anything to
Alan of Vrazhia is the weapons master of the Gadalian tribe, a nomadic warrior race of horsemen, known for their skill at crafting beautiful gold art, and whose women are as fearsome warriors as their men. He has a gift from the gods, the ability to see visions from beyond. But what he sees terrifies him…
Alan is haunted by dreams of his wife, Ileria, perishing on the battlefield. Ileria commands a cavalry section stationed miles away. She is a general, preparing to engage in battle under the flag of the Red Dragon.
But after a mysterious message from her arrives at Alan‘s camp, he decides to ride through the steppes and search for her, as his tribe clashes against their eternal enemy, the Itruschian Empire.
As he makes his way through the scarred land, he soon discovers that the war his people waged in the name of justice has become a bloody struggle for domination.
Alan must risk everything to save his family, and bring honour to his people. But is it too late to stop the bloody war that threatens to engulf them all in fire and death?
He covered his back, then wore the breastplate he had designed and forged in the wake of the coming battle, the armour that marked the Dragon Knights. Its small metal plates resembling serpentine scales shone dully.
He prepared his saddle, grabbed his dragon helmet and held it against his bosom; the red crest spread from the spike on top, like a firebird’s plume. The visor was shaped like a dragon’s mouth, with threatening fangs above and on the lower cheek guards, and last, he attached the dragon blade to his waist, the greatest weapon he had forged, curved, swift and durable, created for the day that would soon arrive, where they would raid the Eternal Capital and avenge their fallen and innocent.
His horse Targitaos pastured in the open field with the others. When it saw Alan, it approached with its ears forward in expectation. It was sturdy and well fed, brown except for the diamond shaped white spot between the eyes. It neighed next to him, and Alan caressed its brown mane.
Alan noticed his brother leaning against the portable fence, with his arms crossed and messy brown hair rumpled by the wind. He straightened and approached him.
“Brother. You don’t have to do this,” Jovus said. “We need all our forces for the coming battle. And I need you by my side.” Jovus placed a hand on Alan’s shoulder.
“Jovus,” Alan said with a sigh. “I can go to my wife and come back twice before we reach the Capital. Our victory is imminent. You don’t need me around.”
Jovus took a deep breath. He glanced at him with piercing grey eyes.
“Brother, we are Dragon Knights,” Jovus insisted, tensing his fists. “A warrior class bound to duty and service to our great Chieftain. You cannot leave now. I need my older brother to ride with me, and we will always need your counsel in repairing and maintaining our armours. And, what if Chieftain sends a message to demand for more weapons? The production will fall apart without you. Your apprentices are useless, let me say.”
Alan shook his head, putting the mat above his horse’s back. Then he gently placed the saddle and arranged its position.
“You do not need me for that. Brother. I must see her. I will not lose all that I have. Again.”
“All that you have? Alan. Your wife is a general. She fights in the front. You should have thought of that before letting her go to war.”
Alan took a deep breath.
“Jovus, if you had seen your wife and children die before your eyes… If you had seen the one you love crushed and humiliated by your enemy, even in a dream, you would move your sorry arse and ride to the ends of the earth.”
“Then why did you even let her go? I’m asking you.” He pointed his tanned finger at Alan. “She’s a soldier. She has got to fight.”
“Because she is free. A Gadalian must be free. Nothing can constrain us.”