The Obsidian Axe: Prelude to the Prophecy by Patrick Sattler & J Sattler

Author:Patrick Sattler & J Sattler [Sattler, Patrick]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub, mobi
Published: 2017-09-15T04:00:00+00:00

Epilogue

The scene before him was majestic and grand. The giant crevice that stretched out before him hosted a city in the cliffs and two magnificent waterfalls. The high plains ran from the east of the canyon while a lush, dense forest ran west towards the coast, and to his south ran the Cliffs of Spý. He watched as a group of wagons took the lift down into the city of UnderHolm. The wind blew across the land, to the east, and he felt a strong sense that something new was about to unfold.

Time to get moving again, Draegos, he heard the fourth spirit say, there's a prophecy to fulfill.

Then the scene spun around, and he found himself standing in front of a burning monastery. His soul reached out to the victims of the female monks lying about the grounds, and from a nearby bush, he saw a familiar light. It beat its red light like a heartbeat and alerted him to the presence of a small injured fey. He began to walk over to it, but the scene spun around again and kept turning.

He bolted upright from his bed, and Vrós lifted her full-grown head to see what the problem was. She searched his face for signs of trouble, her deep icy blue eyes taking everything in, and she gingerly stepped closer to inspect the sleepy dwarf. Noting he was okay, she pressed her head into his heavily bearded chin and neck, nuzzling him with affection. Playfully she bit at his beard and awaited the morning pets he would administer. He gently stroked her full body and kissed her on the top of her head as he prepared to get out of his bed.

He placed his sore feet on the rug and stretched his arms up and out, taking in several deep breaths, and then he rubbed the palms of his scarred hands. The memories of what had happened a year and a half ago flooded his mind, but the sadness was slowly ebbing away. He went to his small wood stove and threw a few logs in, sparked it to life using a minor spell, and went about cooking fresh eggs for himself. Then he stepped outside and instructed the ice lynx to go hunt. She did so without needing any coaxing.

After he ate his eggs, he donned his thick cloak and saddled up his horse. He would go into town and see how things were before making a decision. He rounded the bend of the hill of his namesake in honor of saving the small hamlet and his courageous acts performed for the dwarfs, and he wondered if he would ever see it again. The gates drew open at his approach, and the guards called down to the hero, "Welcome, Draegos the Wanderer!" He waved to them and headed straight for the tavern.

He entered the pub and took a seat in his usual spot, a corner by the large fireplace, and recollected the first days after he’d returned from the ruined citadel.

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