Fallen Empire: An Epic Dragon Fantasy Adventure (Empire of Dragons Chronicles Book 1)

by K.N. Lee

  “I am Marduk, father of the Brotherhood. I know who you are and I respect you. But, you need to turn your ship and go back home.”

  “Are you the one who killed my father?”

  Marduk was silent for a moment. Then, he gave a single nod.

  That was all he needed to know.

  He summoned all of his fire and energy and expanded his lungs until they stretched and burned. Marduk began circling his hands and they glowed bright like the light coming from his eyes.

  Before he could muster enough energy to cast whatever he was preparing, Kylan blew a steady stream of fire that ripped through the sky and assaulted Marduk with its power.

  When the flames died down and his vision cleared, he stared in shock as Marduk stood on the back of his firedrake, and sent a bolt of lightning into his body.

  He sucked in a breath as he fell from the sky and shifted into his human form. All went black and he cursed Enit for lying to him.

  “Well,” Marduk said, peering into the cage as Kylan opened his eyes.

  For the first time, Kylan got a better look at the man who had disarmed him as if he were a child pretending to be a dragon.

  Hate filled his heart as he sat up in a crouched position in his cage.

  “I tried to warn you,” Marduk said, lowering his hood. “But, looks like I will have to find another use for you. After that show of power last night, I am sure that won’t be too difficult.”

  “Let me out,” Kylan warned. He summoned his rune spirit and felt his body go cold with the realization that it was not there.

  “Oh,” Marduk said, nodding to him. “Your rune spirit now belongs to me.”

  “It’s not possible,” Kylan said and turned with a start when he saw that at the other end of the cage was a girl.

  Marduk turned to leave the room. “I’m sure whoever gave you a rune spirit promised you the world, but sometimes you’re just a pawn in a bigger game,” he said, and Kylan’s stomach dropped.

  Was it true? Did Enit trick him?

  Now, he wished he knew more about the gods instead of taking her word as truth.

  Speechless, he sat back down in defeat and stared at his hands. Where was his ship? Where was his clan? This raid was supposed to be legendary. It was supposed to bring them enough glory to return to their ancestral home.

  Instead, it had ruined everything Kylan had thought he knew and destroyed all that he loved.

  One Marduk left the room and closed the door behind him, the girl crawled over to him.

  She was beautiful, but it didn’t matter. His zest for life had been stolen, and he wanted nothing more than to be left alone. Still, she looked to him with a quiet curiosity that was almost intriguing.

  “You’re hurt,” she said, and reached out to touch his face.

  He caught her by the arm before she could touch him, but that was all it took.

  A gasp was sucked from his throat as he wrapped his arm around her wrist.

  Every fiber of his body jolted and ignited with light. A wave of euphoria filled his veins and his heart raced so quickly that he was certain it would explode at any moment. She closed her eyes and embraced the sensation before opening them to reveal silver eyes aglow.

  A similar light was reflected from his own as he looked back at her.

  In unison, their widened eyes rose to one another’s, and they knew. Everything they’d ever been told and everything that had been kept a secret all of their lives was revealed in the eyes of the other.

  They were born for one another. They had been bonded by the fates long before they even existed.

  She touched his face and he touched hers and with a deep sigh Kylan felt himself fall harder than he’d ever imagined.

  “I’m Amalia,” she said, breathing heavily as her chest still heaved from what they’d just experienced.

  “Kylan,” he said, entranced.

  This was what he was born for.

  Her.

  She was his rider, and he was her dragon.

  The world was not ready for their pairing. It wasn’t ready to be changed forever.

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  Time is running out for half-blood, Rowen, a lady-in-waiting to the daughter of the Dragon king. While the two princes vie for her affection, she spends her days and nights dreaming of a future free from prejudice based on her lineage. The half-blood is who she appears to be. As a prophet, she knows what the fate of the realm holds, and it's not the grand parties the kingdom is used to.

  Death is on the horizon, and Rowen sees herself as its cause.

  The taunts of her sleepless nights are realized when she is framed and sentenced to death for the prince's murder. For a human, there's nowhere to run and no one to turn to in a kingdom where power is tightly held by full-blooded dragon shifters.

  It will take a stranger from the shadows to save Rowen from execution and reveal a truth full of terrifying potential. She must face her fears, navigate through dangerous lands, and find the courage to accept her fate, awaken her gift, and set the world on fire.

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  From Chapter One

  YOU’RE LUCKY TO be alive.

  Those words resonated in Rowen’s mind as the noose was lowered over her head and secured around her throat, scratching her delicate flesh with its coarse banding.

  Not so lucky now, she thought, noting that this was the third time she’d had this nightmare in a week.

  Still, she couldn’t awaken. Not until she had more information. If she was going to suffer in her sleep, she was going to at least figure out the cause of the prophecy, and the result. It was all she had.

  Her only gift.

  Rowen coughed as her airway began to close against the ropes. Was it supposed to be so tight? It didn’t matter, the wooden floor would soon disappear from beneath her and she would either break her neck from the sudden fall or suffocate.

  Neither option was appealing.

  Rowen looked out to the crowd of blank faces. She ignited her second sight and dug deeper into the prophecy, summoning energy from the deepest depths of her soul. She could tell the difference between a dream and a prophetic scene. It was harder to awaken from a prophecy, and for good reason. There was something she needed to see to survive, if only for a few years longer.

  The people that filled the square around the gallows were nondescript. No features to their faces, and no sounds from their mouths. No movement, either. They just stood like stoic silhouettes and stared at her as she awaited her death.

  A black shadow stretched across the sky, blocking the sun and dimming the courtyard. While everyone looked to the sky, Rowen’s gaze peered past them, to the gates.

  But, wait. Something new was happening, something Rowen had never seen in the other dreams.

  Someone stood at the far end of the yard, behind the crowd, cloaked in dark gray.

  The mysterious figure lifted their hand and pointed a finger right at her.

  Out of the silence that filled the crisp morning air, a whisper burned her ear.

  “I’m coming for you.”

  Then, the trap door in the
floor opened and the snap of her neck woke Rowen up.

  A screech erupted from her lips as she woke up, clutching at her neck. Rowen shot up from her bed. A sheen of sweat glistened on her face as she struggled to catch her breath.

  The nightmares. They were relentless. But, this time, a new element had been added to her prophecy. The fates were warning her, and she needed a plan just in case the time came when she needed to escape.

  Something or someone was coming for her, and she wracked her brain for who that could be.

  “They know,” Rowen whispered into the darkness, as she struggled to catch her breath. Escape was the only way. Her plan to restore her mother’s honor would have to be abandoned.

  Rowen crossed the small room and gave the sleeping girl in the bed across from hers a gentle shove.

  “Brea. Wake up. I need that favor you owe me.”

  A quick glance out the tiny window that looked out to the back of the palace showed that the path from the castle to the gates was clear.

  “Really?” Brea yawned and sat up, her white bangs falling into dark almond-shaped eyes.

  “Yes.” Rowen lowered herself to her knees before Brea’s bed. “Please tell me you will uphold your promise.”

  Brea tilted her head. “I promised to help you escape if necessary. I will do what I can, Rowen.”

  “But, what if we are caught?”

  “No one will catch us. And, if they do, we are ladies-in-waiting for the princess. We can make something up. You’re a clever girl. I’m sure you can talk us out of any situation. I’ve seen you do it.”

  “You are truly the best friend I’ve ever had,” Rowen said, giving Brea’s hand a squeeze.

  “You as well, dear. I will miss you. We all will.”

  “I’m ready,” Rowen said as she shoved on her traveling frock and boots. Once her cloak was secure around her shoulders and fastened at the neck, she strapped her money purse to her thigh. It would be unwise to leave with a bag. There could be no suspicion from the palace guards.

  At first, becoming a lady-in-waiting for the princess seemed like a welcome escape from her stepfather’s constant scrutiny. With her new life came hope and an opportunity to restore honor to her mother’s family name.

  Little did she know that Withraen Castle would be significantly worse. Since childhood her prophecies had been harmless. She’d always been one step ahead of whatever fate threw at her.

  Now, a mysterious being haunted her. Remaining in the palace only led Rowen one step closer to the fate of her prophecy. She had to find a way to prevent that horrible death.

  Ready, Rowen watched Brea dress herself. With a nod, they left the safety of their apartment adjacent to the princess’ room and entered the dark hallway of Withrae Castle’s east wing.

  Macana, their chaperone, would be fast asleep in her room right beside theirs. If they were quiet, they could escape unnoticed. But, they had to be quick and confident.

  Brea put a finger to her lips and nodded for Rowen to follow.

  Rowen chose her accomplice wisely. Brea had a gift that could save them both if caught. They crept down the stone hallway, careful not to let the soles of their boots make any noise. Clutching her opal necklace, Rowen tried to keep her face free of fear as they walked past the princess’ royal guards.

  Brea gave one a nod, knowing that he was sweet on her.

  The stairway at the end of the hall led to the back corridors and a series of secret tunnels that they’d practiced using with the princess in case enemies stormed the castle.

  “This way,” Brea whispered. She led Rowen down the stairs and to a large sitting room. She hurried across the carpeted floor to the paneled wall. Rowen chewed her bottom lip as she watched Brea feel around for the hidden door. With a push, it was opened, and freedom awaited on the other end of the tunnel.

  “Come.”

  Rowen couldn’t run fast enough. They slipped through the secret door and into the dark tunnel.

  “Smells of old rainwater in here,” Brea said, running her hand along the slick stone.

  “I don’t care, as long as we make it outside.”

  “Do not worry, dear. You forget what I can do.”

  Rowen hadn’t forgotten. She was just hopeful that they wouldn’t need Brea’s unique ability.

  The large stone door at the end of the tunnel was a beacon of hope. It was so close, yet so far. They couldn’t help but quicken their speed to reach it. Reaching it was a small victory. Getting out of the castle’s fortified structure would be a more difficult feat.

  The dark cloak of night wrapped around Rowen and Brea as they carefully wedged the door open and slipped outside. The air was humid, and the sky a dull purple shade. Soon, the sun would rise, and dragons from all over would take to the skies.

  To fly. Rowen closed her eyes and wished she could do what everyone in the kingdom did without effort. To transform and outstretch her wings would be bliss. But, Rowen could not fly. No matter how hard she tried.

  Rowen rubbed her arm where a dull ache lingered from a failed attempt only years ago. It was her last attempt—one where she’d nearly killed herself trying.

  Together, Rowen and Brea ran across the yard for what felt like miles. Breathless, they stopped just at the bars of the gate that reached high above them and ended at the stone structure that encircled the entire castle grounds. Four gates, and this was the one with the least amount of guards as it faced the cliffs that led right into the Perilean Sea.

  “The guards are about to change shifts,” Brea whispered. “I can carry you over the gate and land just beyond the main road. Then, we can walk to the Gatekeeper’s station. She can port you home or wherever you want to go.”

  Rowen narrowed her eyes as she watched four guards leave their posts as four more walked toward the front post in their armor.

  “Did you save enough coins for your trip with the Gatekeeper?”

  Rowen nodded. “I saved everything.”

  “Good,” Brea said, folding her arms across her chest. “You should be able to catch a port from Withrae to Harrow with four gold zullies.”

  Harrow, the biggest sea port in all of Draconia, and on the border that separated the human realm from the Dragon realm.

  Her home.

  The wind blew at Rowen, whipping strawberry blonde hair around her face as she wrapped her pale hands around the dark bars of the gates of the palace. The cold brass was soothing, despite the nerves that burned in her belly.

  Freedom.

  She yearned for it above all things in the world. For as long as she could remember, she lived her life for others, with no regard for her own wishes or desires. Back at the palace, there was a silent battle she had no clue how to fight. But, beyond those gates was an even bigger battle she was too afraid to face.

  The world was vast. How long before she was swallowed up by it? How long before she ended up dead?

  “Are you sure about this?”

  “We can do it. The guards won’t even see us if you hold my hand. See?” She peeled Rowen’s left hand from around the bar and held it within her own.

  A warm sensation filled Rowen’s body as Brea held onto her. Rowen looked from Brea’s dark brown eyes and down at her hand.

  “Look, I can make you vanish as well. As long as we touch,” Brea said with a smile as she used her vanishing gift.

  Rowen’s hand and arm disappeared before her eyes, and Brea was nowhere to be seen when she looked up again.

  Clever gift. She wished she had a power as great as Brea’s. Still, the ability to vanish could only get them so far.

  There was another world out there beyond the dragon kingdom she’d grown up in. She’d read of vast oceans and mountains, human villages and fairies. Beyond the tall brass gates was a worn path that led to the center of the kingdom of Withrae.

  Once they reached the city, what then?

  The free clothes, room, board, and prestige were highly coveted. Rowen’s mother would call her a fool if she showe
d up at home before her duties had been carried out.

  Rowen chewed her bottom lip, her thick brows furrowing. This wasn’t the time for doubts, but her options were limited. She needed more than a few coins to make it in their world.

  “What’s wrong?”

  Rowen sighed and pressed her forehead to the gate. “I can’t go back home just yet. The Duke would just send me back by first light.”

  The Duke of Harrow had always hated Rowen. She was a thorn in his side since the day he married her mother. For as long as she could remember, he sent her away for every training imaginable. Languages in Summae, dancing in Dubrick, embroidery at the School for Fine Arts in Luthwig. And at eighteen, he sent her away to be a lady-in-waiting for Princess Noemie of Withraen Castle. She was merely one out of seven ladies-in-waiting, yet she was singled out at every opportunity.

  Brea put a hand on Rowen’s. The red shimmer of her skin reflected the moonlight. In seconds, they vanished.

  “Shhh, someone is coming,” Brea whispered.

  Rowen tensed and peered through the bars of the gate. A rolling cart pulled by a horse with a weary-looking old man approached the gate.

  “Who is it?”

  “I don’t know,” Rowen said. “I think he’s making a delivery.”

  “Come,” Brea said. “Let’s just go back. If you’re worried about Prince Rickard, don’t. The prince will grow weary of pursuing you before you know it. Beautiful girls come to the castle by the boatload. His eye will wander.”

  “It’s not just that,” Rowen murmured. “I’m afraid.”

  “Of what?”

  Rowen wrung her hands. “That something terrible is going to happen to me if I stay here.”

  Together, they left the gate and headed back to the castle. Brea took her hand and gave it a squeeze. “Then, we try another night. We make a plan. I’ll transform and you can ride on my back.”

  “But, I’m just thinking of how lost I am. I have nowhere to go.”