The Dragon Hunters by Christian Warren Freed

Author:Christian Warren Freed [Freed, Christian Warren]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Mythology & Folk Tales, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy, Epic, Fairy Tales
Amazon: B00OAA0Q0U
Publisher: Writer's Edge Publishing
Published: 2014-10-06T23:00:00+00:00

An hour later the weary adventurers managed to move Dakeb’s inert form to a shallow cut in the forest. They painstakingly dragged the litter, careful not to jostle him too badly. The Mage hadn’t moved a muscle on his own. That worried Grelic as he studied their camp. Large boulders and a thick stand of pines provided enough cover to satisfy Grelic. Anyone coming at them in the middle of the night would be forced to do so head on.

The giant finally sat down and rested when he was sure he’d done all he could. He chewed thoughtlessly on a chunk of dried rabbit. Too many thoughts troubled his mind. Dragons, Mages, Goblins, and creatures that shouldn’t exist. He didn’t know what tied them together. Couldn’t figure out why they were intent on besieging Thrae. Something far more sinister was at work than a mere invasion.

Goblins and dragons didn’t want lands or power. They stayed in their caves and mountain fortresses. They didn’t collect riches or treasures. They killed for pleasure and lust, burning villages and spilling as much blood as they could before being forced back to their haunts. Infighting killed as many Goblins as wars with the other races. So what could be the motivation behind this insurrection? It didn’t make sense to him. Grelic had a sinking suspicion Dakeb knew more than he was letting on. As long as the Mage remained unconscious, possibly dying, the quest was in severe jeopardy.

Cron half dragged-half crawled over in the middle of the night. He couldn’t sleep either. “All quiet?”

“For the most part. Something very big walked by not too long ago. I don’t know what, and right now I don’t want to know. We’re fine as long as it keeps moving away.”

Cron drew his sword out of habit and laid it across his lap. “I never imagined doing something like this. I should be leading companies into battle, not sneaking through forbidden forests and running from fell creatures.”

Grelic agreed. “We’re in bad shape if you get that bad. I’m over twice as old and about at the end of my time. I’m going to need your sword before this is finished.”

“Go get some rest, old man,” Cron chided. “I have the watch.”

The giant offered a weak smile. Exhaustion gripped him. Cron reminded him of his own youth, thirty or forty summers ago. Thrae had been much simpler then. War was war. Any political positioning among royals and ministers stayed hidden. The people rallied under the banner of the king. Those days were long gone. Grelic surmised the same sort of behavior was taking place across Malweir, all leading towards some apocalyptic nightmare none of them could fathom. His suspicions led him to believe his tiny band of mismatched heroes were all that stood in the way.

He was walking off when Cron whispered, “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure Pregen doesn’t go anywhere.”

Grelic chuckled softly and found a dry place to sleep.

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