The woods of the Bonetail Mountains in northernmost Adria were perilous to say the least, but one of the deadliest beings within now emerged from the darkness of a recall spell. Days had passed, so Malik was sure he wouldn't be found in this ancient hideaway. He entered an unassuming furnished cave and sat exhausted by a desk untouched for centuries.
He leaned back with a long, slow sigh. A small laugh escaped him, and he pulled out the map Golokk had marked. The first mark she had made was of Auraveil, perhaps the apex of arcane magic. He used a quill to scratch it with an X, then turned his attention to another mark - the second she had made.
"Adrians. Just as stubborn as ever," he hissed with a determined smile, "but you never could tell when you're beaten."
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Days of Dawn
FantasyGet ready for the first book in a series about defying destiny and forging your own path, for better or worse. Orion Genis has been living comfortably his entire life. Slaying goblins and annoying family is daily life for this young elf noble, until...
