The sun had reached its zenith when he decided to stop. Through the crack between the lapels of his gray eyes hat Look at your surroundings. In front lay a vast wilderness with no shelter, and according to the map that was remedied, would have been so for at least thirty miles.
dismounted and made her crouch and mount the spare on the arid and rocky soil. The gentle creatures reclines, still obediently to ruminate, insensitive to the oppressive heat of the desert Unknown.
The man untied the saddlebags and saddle from his back humped animal, slipped four wooden poles five feet long and mounted a simple structure covered with a white cloth to get out of the sun. He scanned the horizon once again, carefully in all directions, and sat down under the drape. Untied the knot behind the neck which provided a hat and carried the bandage from discovering the hard-featured face covered with a beard for two weeks, finally freed the black hair, wavy hair that fell over her shoulders. He took a small sip of water, undid his belt and deposited the sword at his side, lying down under the makeshift shelter. Before closing his eyes pulled the knife secured to the scabbard and the sword wielded by the hidden hand of the saddlebags under his head.
He awoke with a start and a leap in the armed snapped, the blade pointing to nowhere. A little further on a snake was climbing up a pile of rocks and removing some of them causing an almost imperceptible noise, hissed, and went his way. One of the horses gave a soft growl. The man relaxed and sheathed the dagger. He gathered the bags and checked the stores, the skins of water, the bag containing his armor, a crossbow and arrows left and finally drew his sword, who tested the wire and held it before him for a moment, watching the real symbol embedded in the guard, the guard between the blade and handle.
contracted the jaw while the memories assailed him. The night of the murder of his father had used that same sword to fight their way up to his room only to see it fall, unarmed, killed by the blows of the vile usurper. Had failed to avenge his death. He had fled in the face of overwhelming superiority of the conspirators but perhaps it would be better to die there, beside the only man who had never won peace and prosperity to the Great Valley, rather than endure what came after. Fleeing met everywhere and self-proclaimed supporters of the new Lord of Men, misled and deceived by the words and the promise of heroic glory. How quickly we forget the shameful actions of a man lying in front of friendly and promises of greatness. He found himself alone, hunted, his exhortations to revolt had had no effect even among his most faithful friends, from whom he obtained only suggestions to flee as far as possible, provisions, beasts of burden and a map. An exile.
Dragons had built for centuries as a bulwark against external threats but could not do anything to protect the Great Valley by its own inhabitants. Yet the ancient creatures were the only force able to restore the Covenant of Blood. And as long as he remained alive only one of two representatives of the alliance, a dragon and a descendant of royal blood, there was hope. But he had no idea how to get the creatures in the mountains of the north to the Northern Peaks of men swarmed the usurper and had heard of their victory. She felt stupid for the direction he had decided to undertake, he knew to behave like a child looking out the realm of a fairy tale, but the only idea that came to him was to reach a place that always spoke Guilmot teacher, his tutor, when the legends surrounding the birth of the dragons.
The man shook his head and looked at his name engraved on the blade that was given to him by his father the day came of age: Ghared, the Prince of Men.
The heat had become less oppressive, it was time to resume the journey.
(Author: Alessandro Bertoni)
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Entrambi i capitoli pubblicati abbandonano la soggettiva dei draghi che era la caratteristica principale del prologo. Trattandosi dei capitoli iniziali di una fuga, nulla vieta che il secondo capitolo riprenda, se qualcuni lo desidera la soggettiva dei fuggiaschi. La vostra bravura, in questo caso, starà nel riuscire a farlo senza dimenticare il legame col capitolo II scelto.
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