The Dragon Legion: The Sunborn Series by Isaac Hill

Author:Isaac Hill [Hill, Isaac]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-05-14T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Dragh watched the guards through the long hours of the night.

“Another,” Relish whispered.

The night camp was lively, not far from where they were kept. An animal roasted over a fire, and men sat around their fires and drank out of skins.

The enemy had set up great tents, large enough for many men to sleep in.

The third guard walked past them in the time it took the moon to move a quarter through the sky.

“Sloppy,” Dragh commented to Relish.

His mind was sharp again. The pain was nothing to him, now that he had another mission. He didn’t want to escape, he wanted to kill. Hate fueled him. He was no longer tied and no longer hungry or thirsty.

“Have you seen them switch out again?” Dragh whispered down the line of men.

The answer came in a chain: Geral to Pello, Pello to Zeffo, and Zeffo to Relish.

“No switch yet,” Relish reported. “When?”

“Wait,” Dragh commanded. “If he follows the schedule, he will be switched out shortly, then we wait for him to settle in. With any luck, he will be asleep. They are lazy in their rotation. They should have set out four, but three were set.”

Dragh paused. He was about to say that Nestor would have skinned them for such a failure, too much left to chance, too many opportunities for men to slip in between such a staggered guard.

Nestor was dead to him. No longer family.

Twigs could be heard snapping, and the rustling of grass and bushes were all that warned them that the guard was changed. The moon was weak, the night engulfing them almost completely. The guards in the dark had changed out, and one man was relieved.

Dragh could see a man join the fire at the heart of the camp from his vantage point. Tents were set between them and the fire; only a corner of the fire was visible to him from where he was tied.

“Ready, men of Landor. Be brave,” Dragh said to his men as much as himself.

A guard rounded the corner with a torch, walking slowly in the night.

“Help!” Relish grunted, slumping down on the ground.

The guard looked over curiously, holding up his torch to shed more light on the figure of Relish.

“What’s wrong with him?” the guard asked in a thick accent.

Dragh smiled inwardly. “I think he’s tired from sleeping with your mother.”

The guard gave Dragh a menacing smile and stalked over to him. He leaned down and punched him in the face. “Funny,” he commented.

Dragh spit blood out onto himself. The blow rocked him. “Sorry, must have been your sister.”

The guard scoffed. “You really are looking for a beating again, aren’t you?” He pulled back his leg, taking aim at Dragh.

“It’s your turn,” Dragh said to the man, grinning through the blood in his mouth.

Relish kicked out at the man’s leg, the one that was left on the ground.

The man warbled, trying to regain his footing with his other leg. He crashed to the ground with a shout of alarm.

Dragh cut off the man’s shout by bringing his bound hands down on his neck, striking his windpipe.

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