There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. Highland City and the areas around it had been experiencing an out of season drought for the past three months. They could all really use some rain.
Sho gripped the balcony’s railing until his knuckles were white and numb. On Main Street far below him hordes of soldiers were filing out of the city gate, their black armor glinting in the far too bright sunlight. Spears were strapped on their backs, and swords were fastened tightly into the hilts on their belts. All in all the Warlord had sent out one hundred—-that was all he decided he would need to take down the temple in the Sagewood Forest.
He was right. Sho squeezed his eyes shut.
The heat on the balcony was becoming unbearable, so Sho retreated to his room, closing the curtain behind him to block out the light. He removed his gold belt, the same one that every priest in the country wore, and slipped his bright red tunic off of his shoulders and let it fall out of his hands in a crumpled pile on the floor. He sat on the edge of his bed, turned his head sideways, and stared at his hunched over shadow as big as a collossus cast on the wall.
The clock had not yet struck seven, but he was seriously considering just going to bed, completely prepared to dream of golden dragon eggs all through the night.
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Divided Lands
FantasyA disgruntled monk frees a thousands of years old dragon spirit from his prison in a golden egg. A band of misfits from overseas, an elf, and a rouge with a taste for vigilante justice join them in an attempt to overthrow the oppressive government...
