When a young farm boy discovers he can cast magic spells, he opens a portal to Daedea, a land with an organized, well-trained army bent on domination of any world they discover. The isolated nations of Kildaria have always lived in peace with one another, thanks to the diplomatic efforts of six deific dragons. But now, the boy’s mistake has handed the Daedeans a new prize to win. War is brewing, and the youngest dragon, Raion, puts together the Order of the Onox, a group of elite spies, fighters, and thieves to infiltrate Daedea, learn their secrets, and quash the conquest. This epic tale follows members of the Order and Raion as they discover the grey area between good and evil.
Excerpt from Raion’s Legacy: The Order
The Other swung his hammer high over his head, around and around, the force of it causing a wind so fierce it began pushing Vander and Raion back toward the trees. He was enormous, nine feet tall, with smooth, pale white skin and red eyes. The skin around his eyes was red and puffy, and his mouth was a thin slit. He wore hardened black pauldrons with large metal spikes and matching greaves and a cuirass that was engraved with a horned creature.
They fought against it as long as they could, but eventually, they were hurled into the tree trunks at their backs. The wind stopped, and they dropped to the ground. The creature saw his opportunity and began to run eastward.
“We cannot let him get away, Raion!” Vander yelled, jumping up and sprinting toward their foe. He shot a fireball from his hands two meters in front of the Other. The ground exploded in flames.
Raion leapt off the ground too and began shifting into dragon form. The Other turned to face Vander and charged at him, swinging his weapon forcefully. It struck Vander’s right arm, and he felt the crack of shoulder bone as he flew through the air and thudded to the ground.
The Other began moving toward Vander, but Raion’s great black tail smacked against his legs, bringing him to the ground not far from Vander. His hammer was knocked from his hands, and he began frantically looking for it as he scrambled to get up.
Vander, too, tried to stand, but pain shot through his arm. He felt clovers beneath his palms and grasped them, his eyes turning green. “Vitaly a lonfur ly civis,” he whispered.
Vines grew from the ground and wrapped around the Other so tightly his breathing became labored and his armor started to crumple. Vander continued to chant as Raion moved into place.
He placed a giant dragon foot on the Other’s chest and leaned his long snout in close.
“Do you understand what I am saying to you?” He asked.
The Other looked desperate. His breaths were shaky and halted.
“Y-es,” he managed.
Surprised, Raion lifted his foot. “Where does the portal lead to?”
“Dae—” the Other took a staggered breath. “Dea.”
“Who created this portal?”
“The boy.” The Other’s last words disrupted Vander’s concentration, and he found strength anew. The throbbing in his shoulder increased as he stood up, ending his chant. The vines holding the Other loosened, and his breathing eased. He tried to break free in a violent thrash of his bloated body.
“Vander! Concentrate!” Raion yelled.
Vander hurled himself on top of the Other and an ice dagger formed in his hand. He slid it against the Other’s throat. “Where is he?”
“He is ours.”
“Vander, we need him—”
“Where is he!” Vander shouted.
“You will all die. We are coming for you,” the Other sneered freeing one arm. He raised it, but just as quickly, Vander slid his ice dagger across the monster’s pale white throat loosing black blood that pooled on the lush ground. The sickening glow in his red eyes faded, and his arm fell limply to the ground.
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