Rise of Fire: Dragons Reborn [COMPLETED]

Chapter 3 (E)

**** This is a shorter chapter but I think it introduces the egg and dragons better than I had managed in the original. Let me know what you think of having a chapter from Bromyr's prospective! For those of you who don't know him he is the prince to the Marimoor Kingdom of dwarves, I'll introduce more on them later. If you enjoy how this rewrite is going so far don't forget to vote, comment, and share.***** Edits: 1

He was running as fast as his legs could carry him. Gods he was no runner. Sweat dripped from his brow like drops of water slipping free from the melting ice of spring. Even his beard was soaked, the only time he had ever been so drenched in his own bodily fluids he was working deep in the mines. That or bending molten metal to his hammer in the blacksmith's quarters.

"Sir! They're still... Still gaining on us!" His first in command called from somewhere behind him. The man was barely able to talk, his own breath heaving in his chest. They were all tired, all worn down, and they were well aware there was no escaping the scourge behind them.

"If we can make it to the trees at least there we can make a stand." He called out. There were no replies, only the continued sound of labored breath. He felt sorry for the men, for his men. He had gotten them into this mess they were currently in; he had dragged them half way across the world in his mad expedition. There were no other dwarves this far out into the human-lands, even with the jagged mountains that surrounded the deep valley. He was alone, they were alone, and no one would save them. Especially not the humans that frequented the area.

Just as he had said not far ahead of them was the start of a great pine forest. It started at the foot of a small rolling mountain range before rising up to blanket the majority of the fine slopes. It wasn't much but so long as their enemies didn't sling fire they would be ok, at least until the monsters managed to rip them apart from behind.

Bromyr wasn't certain what they were, a mix of ground creatures the likes of which he had never seen and a beast that had taken to the skies. Perhaps it was a dragon; it wouldn't surprise him considering the cargo he was carrying. Sure, they had been dead for thousands of years, but considering what he had seen of the one following their every move it couldn't exactly be called living. The same could be said for the creatures, their hollow cries still echoing too close for comfort.

"Ready your weapons!" He cried, gripping the axe handle at his back with shaking hands. He had seven guardsmen, all of whom wore grim looks of determination as they followed his order. He stopped hard before unsheathing the weapon and turning back to face the rapidly approaching onslaught of enemies. Most of them were twisted creatures, dogs with maws that opened far too wide or birds who had suddenly grown more wings and rows of jagged teeth. They all had glowing eyes and left a trail of black mist-like substance.

"We will fight with honor!" His commander Floki called out sharply to the men. Floki was as stout as any dwarf Bromyr knew, a thick roped brown beard showcased his prowess in battle and his age. Like the rest of the men Floki wielded a battle axe as was custom with dwarves, though Bromyr held one dagger and a short sword as well just in case.

"Stand steady men, this is not a mission we took lightly and it is not one we will abandon! Not until we die." It was a solemn message, one he had hoped he wouldn't have to deliver. He never imagined he would be met with such otherworldly resistance, especially this far from his kingdom. But considering the cargo in his pack he had to admit he was foolish to hope for a smooth passage back to his homeland.

"Sir, if I may offer a suggestion?" This time Grimor spoke, a young guardsman under Floki's command. He nodded, eying the enemies swift approach.