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Veil of The Dragon - Prologue.05.24.10
Veil of The Dragon - Prologue.05.24.10
Veil of The Dragon - Prologue.05.24.10
Prologue
Ras Dumas
cup. The wind and the rain buffeted him against the pale,
through the canals of the dead city. There the queer light
of the storm gave life to its gray stones. They laid siege
to the thin white line that cut across them like a scar.
the very symbol of it, the stone wall built along with
something. The Evarun had left them hope, and they had
lost it.
despite the hour and the weather as they made the final
time left for doubt. But there was still time to do what
Dumas let the cup fall to the tower roof. Its chime
the storm. The dim light of his chambers waited for him
below.
dragons stared back at him over gold that had long since
the great table that filled the middle of the room. Dead
laid there. The cold wax, like amber, had captured objects
dry tip across the map’s surface, along the narrow mark
that ran across its length from the place where his tower
stood. The Line; the symbol of all they should never have
well. They had been its priests, and it was said that the
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their master’s rule over the Pale. But even if the wizards
still lived, they were little more than husks, bent only to
come.
quill into the shallow well of ink and began to write. The
storm and the room faded as he fell into the runes that he
his hands. It had ended so soon, but he had felt it, and
They were the only ones who could stop this. The very
wish to be disturbed!”
the boy, the one who would save them. It was as he had
watched the cruelty of his own legion set loose upon the
family, that he had seen the boy for what he truly was.
who had once known it, the boy’s soul cried out with the
trumpets of angels.
it well.”
“What of him?”
his cloak where it hung near the door. His hand lingered
where he had discarded it. The gilt upon its scabbard had
him.
returned.”
The Mouth of the Taurate who came and went at the dark
yourself.”
my Lord.” Magus offered. “Do not think that there has not
late.”
“Do not think that I am against you. I seek only your own
concern of yours.”
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Dumas slammed the door behind him and passed into the
great hall. The eyes of the tower bored into him, even as
the round hall concealed what had once been a sacred place.
Furs and rushes hid the place where the stone seats of the
at them.
Blood matted the old man’s thick gray hair upon his
brow, but his eyes, worn and deeply set, missed nothing as
they swept across the room. His sword still hung from his
The Servian exile did not reply, but instead moved his
before him.
with both hands. The blade gleamed like a lost jewel from
“You need only know only that I have come to you, Ras
from the man who knelt before him, from his order whose
would they do this? But more than that, he could not take
to safety the last hope that they held. “You will not
Dragon has fallen. Once you led us. The time has come for
its hold on him. No. This could not be. Dumas slumped
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knowing eyes looked through the very soul of him. Too many
before him. Dumas lowered his own as they took him away.
shadow. He held the torch out before him and entered the
that had been stabbed into the earth long before. Beneath
broken black stone. Feeling and sliding his way down from
the mound, he thrust his feeble torch out into the darkness.
he had done.
Magus cooed from behind his mask. The air bent around
smiled from where it had been. But the eyes which had held
you.”
upon him.
unseen for long enough. They coiled about him. Dumas wept
once more.
their grasp. The world seemed both heavy and light, though
pull away. The warmth of his blood snaked down his skin.
visage, easier somehow now than the truth that it had hid.
years before, waited for him. “Then take me. You still
would help you? The time of its wielding has long since
passed.”
heart. The time has come for recompense, and I have waited
the blade.
With relief he heard more than felt, the creak of the press
for you. For you there will be no rest. Not even that
offered by death.”
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laughter.